Vanishing Beauty

I continually dream into a kaleidoscope of madness.
Stalked be iridescent fantasies which soiree inside my head,
While I watch the silhouette of a thousand dreams pass me by.
As I anticipate my end, I witness dead euphoric beauty dragged behind the heels of a Valkyrie. Through the dirt.
To remember the monumental bliss of that cascading beauty, is the most painful thing I surely can do.
For to remember it, is to long for it, and to long for it, is to suffer.
One thousand symphonies could not express what the beauty once was, nor the sorrow that comes with the knowledge of its passing.
For to remember it, is to long for it, and to long for it, is to suffer . . .