I watch my life float away
It seems that I will never fly away.
Feeling my foots lightness, The weight lies within.
Forgiveness for another day ruined.
As my self control falters I turn towards these emetics.
These Emetics that bring hell inside of me.
One simple liquid.
This Simple syrup, yellow and pale.
Ghastly.Danger. My heart trips.
I can feel the Attack waiting to creep up on me.
I’m never going to make it.
I try to disappear into this air that keeps getting heavy.
Visibly descending within myself.
I’ll lose my emotions just for you.
On my knees again, the tiles scrape this flesh.
On my knees again, closer to death.
On my knees again, my life pours away from me.
Another sip.
Another glance, I’ll flash a glowing smile.
Hiding my haunting bones,
Suffocated inside a mass of flesh that keeps on getting thicker.
Dancing through fire I embrace the gentle coldness, it numbs me still.
I throw myself at the looking glass,
and now I am truly lost in the blur of my
Distortion.
I let the air be my cradle.
My step unheard.
The thump gone. But in.
My head.
I close my eyes. I see her.
The image destructs me. It corrupts me.
I give the wind my hand, My body of bones to hold.
Inhaling the staleness of this purity.
I attempt perfecting my emptiness.
On my knees again,
I like the fake taste.
Albrecht Paul: | Dinsdag, november 19, 2002 17:27 |
Terecht door jou onder 'bedrog' en 'ziekte' geklasseerd. Dit is ontzettend intens en eenzaam. En niemand die hier iets onder schrijft... Dit is echt aangrijpend neergezet. Ik kom erop terug. |
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Auteur: -illusie- | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Robski | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 07 november 2002 | ||
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