Pandemonium Blossom

I imagine somewhere, maybe in space,
somewhere far away, I imagine a place,
a surreal reality, unfamiliar and strange,
a dimension of chaos, perfectly arranged...

This place, it exists of clamor and noise,
and yet, there still exists glamorous joys,
things that are always created destroyed,
still there is a strange peace always employed...

I imagine a flower amidst all of this,
a flower to me, not real but exists-
within my mind, however it twists-
a hellhole to hold such a beauty as this...

Atop a frail tree, under a sky,
a sky bleeding red, the stars themselves die,
over the dead, the distant sun casts its eye-
upon this flower, the beauty seen from that high...

The flower drinks up the blood of the dead,
in death, there is beauty, thats the law in my head,
when my dark and stormy eyes starts to gleam
its probably the flower, seeding my dreams
(its probably the flower, seeding all things)