composed completely cacofonycally. it seems misfit. ironic, is the subtlety. diverts attention, if you can see. ahhh if i could hear those sounds again..
a picture says a thousand wordsthe red tree - Piet Mondrian.
dead weight.
morbid. living.
give me more. give me more.
make me live.
satiate this hunger. i want more.
make me bleed.
slice my face. scar my cheek.
make my blood flow. i want to taste it.
insipid. breathing.
my heart beating.
my veins are throbbing.
breathing.
screaming.
beating. like a drum.
A sound of the silence.
make me live. give me more.
insatiable hunger. i want to cry.
i've never cried. why can't i cry?
i don't cry. genetic anomaly.
how beautiful it be. the mist covered tree.
falling. flying. the mist surrounds me.
breathing.
screaming.
flying. floating.
in pain. pain. my pleasure.
the pain makes it real.
everything.
give me more.
take a sword and stab through.
25 times. stab swift. retract slowly.
come again. encore.
my veins are throbbing.
my blood is bound for release.
it flows free now. i relish the sight
a velvet red sparkling in the night.
morphine. subtle injection.
dripping. dropping. it traces my finger tips.
extermination. commit conscious rejection.
a precursor to my bloodbath.
and when i'm white with no drop in sight.
kiss me a last.
and leave me in the whistling silence.
i will feel the wind.
i want to feel its lashes.
i will drown in the tempest,
as she carriers me to her womb,
and she embraces me amongst the haze.
carrying me higher. i'm looking down now.
vertigo. as the rush comes.
how does it still come?
its coming.
the past is coming.
slowly unravelling.
faster than a free fall.
psychiatry contaminated.
embroiled. effacive spawn.
wound the hand that nourished.
breed in what you covet.
skewed caricature.
edged on to the edge of the clif.
at the summit. above the clouds.
level eyed sun.
beside the falling water. amidst the mist.
and as the rush comes.
falling.
as the rush comes.
torpor.
prophecy will be re-written.
re-genesis.
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vivid.i didnt know pain had a colour.
what colour do you see?
i guess everything has a colour. barring boredom. i can't associate any colour with being bored.
its more than colour. its an energy that surges thru one's body. gives me goosepimples.
I see a haze...a gray merging into a dull blue and fading into indigo...like i said.vivid
imagine an endless misty white and an abrupt sun kissed orange sky at the highest elevation. imagine the comforting bath in blood. the release. eyes closed. corpse white. imagine falling back thru the endless mist. you see the haze. good. the mist is the haze.
you saw an elevation into open space. clouds. night. exosphere.
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