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Yellow; how absurdly foul.
The taste does not move me, nor will your promises. You attempt to place wool over my eyes, unaware of the pores. I read through your devious words. Your lips never speak fair, always trying to brainwash me into some form of deluded happiness. But what does happiness portray once it's been force?
Does love still exist if its been twisted?
You think you can close my eyes by caressing my eyelashes, but perspective does not come from the iris. Neither does sense. Logic originates from the mind.
Does a blind man not dechiper emotions?
By taking his sight, do you take his intelligence?
I thought not. So why do you yearn to tear me from my diginity, and turn me from the truth?
For protection? Oh i doubt it.
Your greed for lies will pull you down and you alone; this fear shall eventually consume your frail heart.
Single-eyed Suicide Syndrome
I tear, and i tear at my heart. I will for it to crumble; no longer two bleeding segments but a pile of chalk.
Ashes yearning to burn. Flames; fragments of a fire longing to wither the thoughts of those living. If only those volgorous flames would consume my mind; i live for the day these insane thoughts cease.
I long for the moment my wings shrink into a cold pile of bitter salt. I visualise the feathers burning into cinders, the wings of a dove becoming mortal.
Unfolding, i imagine the soft mysterious feathertips drowning into air. Then i disintergrate; tiny peices of a dream, floating on a wavelength of time. I feel the dust falling onto the grass, tears sinking into the soil.
Then i touch, i touch the heart and soul with my fingertips. Its so small and surreal, beyond the smallest photon, yet somehow i know exactly where to find it.
The salt of life; a masterpeice immortalised, forever evolving into something new, something unheard of.
Then i breathe.
I breathe freedom which holds
Milking the Minefield
Temptation - longing and yearning for your touch, to come , to be, to sing a sensation across my fingers, cheek and lips.
Nerve-circulation - every single breath you exhale tickles goospebumps onto my skin, hair screaming in morbid celebration.
Tormentation - you inflict and push upon my heart, until all the blood has been squeezed into the calipillaries of my stomach; curdling the juices as it licks your feet.
But yet, you pull on me closer and closer until i'm so close to you that i fear my heart may crumble once more.
Then you push, and you push and you push and you push, until i feel so cold and idiotic that i doubt that i can face this excruitaiting pain another minute.
But i'm bonded to you, attached like siamese twins, peas connected in the same pod but thwarting each other.
A dark hole full of emptiness tweaks at my insides, pulling and exposing all the fragile curves and thoughts.
The void cannot be crossed.
I beg you. Consume me once more.
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