The green mounds of Earth and Past stand proud with the rising sun,
Under a bleeding moon, howling forgiveness
Three steps back, plunging forward into the abyss of ethereal joy and contentment
Pungent, smells from Gaia’s bloom
A flower sweet, drips deadly venom between slightly parted snow-white lips,
Unexpected death, Unexpected life
Aspirations, Ghostly Dreams
Sorrow, violent light of consciousness
Revolving fully loaded, cocked and aimed
A butterfly warped and wrapped within the minds embrace
Struggling, struggling
Fluttering,
No more
Two realms colliding,
Shaking hands
Knives pierce flesh behind shielded omnipresent eyes
Slamming together
Time stretching sideways, blinks at Concept
Destiny-
Fate-
Future-
Returns, renews the green mounds of dirt and pain,
As the rising sun sends shivers down another days wasted tomorrow,
Yesterday’s requiem
Whispers throughout the
Purple
Stagnant
Air.
You tell me, does reality always have to make sense? When you let your mind go, it is unbelievable the heights one can then reach.
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i apologize for the fact that i can be awful with constructive criticism.
i got the feeling of a fairy tale gone awry. i felt that i was really taken there and was fascinated by what i was seeing before me. it was wonderful and i wouldn't change a thing
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