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Black buttons. sewn into my eyes,. Standing in the mirror,. Stitching a smile. over my lips,. Fingernails my. sewing needles,. Hair in strings of thread,. Operating on cloth skin,.
#acorn #myworld Crystalline shards of, A world made from glass, With frosted ice mirrors, An era to pass. So fragile crafted, Not ready for war, As though it was drafted, To drift out of lore.
Ticking in the sway,. Ice. Melting away,. Earth untamed,. Fragile hands of ash,. Isolated in a game. of chess,. Raised glass,. Evolution on. the horizon,. Ink spells check mate,. Cascaded over an.
#emotion #confusion @Splashdown Red and yellow, Orange and blue. Where am I. Who are you. How can I get to this place, Or how do I get out. I try to scream, my lips move But I can't make a sound.
Silver springs coiled into chrome spirals, Neon painted box, With a handle to wind up the jokers smile, Surrounded by blocks, At the bottom of a dreamers toy chest, Eyes made of a million colors,...
Translucent wax skin, Candle wicks for eyes, Burning flames brightly lit, Small flames burning away, Flickering with every foots sway, Dripping wax tears down a melting face, Wrapped in red...
Demons sail past my ears, Screaming unheard screams, I drift from one colour to another, As if floating in a dream, The rocks beneath my feet melt, They shift from blue to black, My eyes are closed...
Life becomes a vortex,. A storm of fog and smoke,. An anime enchantress,. Who paints life just like a joke,. A flashing sea of colours,. A cold shiver up the spine,. A mango manga tear of ice,.
Air thick with tension, stained in ink,. Pulling on tired eye lids. daring them to blink,. Hands from beneath the bed. pulling you underneath the silk covers,. Walking on water,. Unbreakable glass,.
Come down the rabbit hole Oh it goes deeper yet Mesmerising things bestow Please follow me to the depths Life gets strange down here I t's deranged, or is it yet.
There's a quality in the air Which speaks of darkness.
Through the darkness my consciousness crawls. Making my way along crumbling, decrepit halls. Each door leads to another exactly the same. I sense a light as I'm drawn like moth to flame.
Wind chimes, silver tide,. Midnight cat there by your side,. The iris, onyx, tearing, scattered,. Escape, this time, is not so hard,. Your faithful friend, a nuzzling heat,.
Embers burn the ground,. Ashes falling from the sky,. Standing knee deep in water. to shallow to drown,. Dropping onto porcelain skin,. Hands held out,. Burning my hand until the ashes thin,.
@naaviie @sjw @Irrational_Kimmi Here's the explanation, That you haven't been expecting, It's a government creation, That my mind is redirecting.
#nightdwellers Crystal clear, unblinking eyes, A melting heart, once wrought with lies, A silver ocean, midnight fish, Go tell the daemon, what's your wish.
Lost in the crosswinds; stranded at sea. Stuck in a room without a key. How I wish that I could be free. If only it was the truth to be. A sun rises in a colorless sky.
His eyes are ruined. Bloodshot, strained, unfocused. They have forgotten all colours. All colours bar orange. The never ending orange. His chest heaves with the effort of moving. His lungs creak.
Its been raining cats and dogs. Its raining bats and frogs. Tommorows gonna pour rats and hogs. Upside down is right side up. Pure men preaching; theyre corrupt. Th silent ones interrupt.
Lost in the crosswinds; stranded at sea. Stuck in a room without a key. How I wish that I could be free. If only it was the truth to be. A sun rises in a colorless sky.
Oh how it burns through the sounds I hear. Bringing me down with a malady of fear. And now I hope things will be more clear. Else I will fall to the laughs and jeers.
My clocks broken but I hear the tick. I'm a magician but I dont have a trick. I cant take medicine even though Im sick. They say Im slow but Im quick. The windows closed but I feel the breeze.
#myworld Crystalline shards of, A world made from glass, With frosted ice mirrors, An era to pass. So fragile crafted, Not ready for war, As though it was drafted, To drift out of lore.
Children fight the light,. Dogs dark and bark,. Dreaming a screaming,. Drink her wink,. Music in your head,. Beats to excite the dead,. Those colours and sounds,. Those anchors and hounds,.