Fading faces of quiet moon and blazing sun
Drown and die beneath the ocean
A distraction
Of titillating scenes
Neon lights and quivering skin
A pink wet road of empty fantasy
Green fog blankets mind
Making the great booming dirge of the day
Easier to tolerate
Cold shadow walls surround
Alone, arms outstretched
Only silence is found
Everyone and everything is only
Fluff and pompery
All cease to matter
Falling off the edge of the cliff
To nowhere
Claws pluck like the strings of a harp
And rusted swords are pulled from pale heart.
Drown and die beneath the ocean
A distraction
Of titillating scenes
Neon lights and quivering skin
A pink wet road of empty fantasy
Green fog blankets mind
Making the great booming dirge of the day
Easier to tolerate
Cold shadow walls surround
Alone, arms outstretched
Only silence is found
Everyone and everything is only
Fluff and pompery
All cease to matter
Falling off the edge of the cliff
To nowhere
Claws pluck like the strings of a harp
And rusted swords are pulled from pale heart.
Gorgeous. But sad. :(
ReplyDeleteI view it more optimistically..at least those damn old swords are gone from the heart no?
ReplyDeleteHaha. Yah, I suppose wounded but aware is better than stabbed and bleeding?
ReplyDeleteugh lol stabbed and bleeding! so graphic mama!
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