I'm a soaked and wretched ghost, haunting the dark deluge on the coast of the soul, midnight a mask, the world an open book I read and loathe with no control. Lightning flashing, paws so cold and heavy I think they're made of steel. I'm never going home again, nothing is real...not anymore.
If you could see through a dragon's eyes you'd know. Be grateful you never will.
The road was paved in cobbles made of shining glass, yet at the last I understand the mortar that bound them was hopelessness. Of dreams and crushed gems the terminus of the rainbow is the end of time. The leprechaun can take a shit in his pot, it's worth about as much.
At last I accept what I am.