A DREAM

Posted by SYLPHID on December 08, 19101 at 03:45:44:

where one goes from silence...
when nothing grows
thorns and scars do remind me of petals STILL
why do i not see the wounds...but the hot blood
i paint ..i paint with no colors on air.
...colors in battle...and i still manage to scare myself..while i dont see the
red.....i know this is blood...
buried..with my colors...an infinite rage...

the breathing gets louder in silence ..but..my chest is not moving..
i must be breathing anger ..no doubt...again..i am awake..
i have not chosen this reality..
is it really there for me..?
to take...which way will this earth's misery leave....i ask you...?
shall i follow...or stay here watch the pursuit...
in the end...
torture me...crucify me...stone me...sin ..sin...for me and repent ...again
but tell me before you surmise ...who the....am I ?
a human i cannot be,,,
to have survived..
will...you..at least in my dreams
make me a dream where you
sense the pain
the screaming ludicerous..pain..the bleeding....silence in anger begins again
our ugly reality...is in me rising.....sense the pain
bring me a dream where i can smell the tulips...and feel the satan...

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• Sylphid the debonair, is back in the air. We can always use a break from gravity. 02:34:40 12/09/101 (0)

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