Play the guitar...

My every lonely conscious hour
Is dragging me into you night,
Impassioned by exalted powers
Of your wistfully fanciful mind.

Reality has dwindled to a trickle.
I’m captured by its timeless spin.
Adrenaline is sending prickles
Pumping frantically under the skin.

Don’t stop – I am frozen stiff,
My agony’s turned a black glaze.
Just play – I am breathing your riff,
My body is bursting ablaze.

Look at my self-imposed crown –
Its edges have pierced my head;
The blood is oozing down -
Curving marks on sticky sweat... 

Dead is everything that adorns
This pain-dripping spiky wreath - 
The birds impaled on its thorns
Are my dreams on the pointed teeth.

Their lost feathers - whimsical lace -
Are fluttering slowly like snow -
The remnants of some mortal grace,
The signs of some merciless glow.

The branches, already dried-out,
Entangling the strands of my hair
Are my vices stretching around
In rigid loops of despair.

The flowers, smeared and faded,
Like skull-like knots on the ropes,
Are the thoughts totally invaded
By my rotten-through sinful hopes.   

I can’t burn, but I still can smoulder...
Please remove this bladed crown,
Give me your unrepentant shoulder,
And unstrap my torturing gown.

The coil of venomous snakes
Wetly gleaming on my attire
Makes a collar – my wriggling aches,
Poisonous whims and toxic desires.

My words are so helplessly pale,
They are heard as if from afar...
Please destroy this intricate veil,
Strike your notes – just play the guitar...