Aeon Psyche
Bluelighter
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- Dec 11, 2007
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Hallucinating or just how I felt then. A flower crop from a nutricious and healthy stash.
Enchanted? I don’t know. How did it get there?. I would reach closer, my emotions hold me.
I see the seed. Evaporated my windows vaguely. I can feel it’s thirst, closely.
Gathering energy for the peddles to evolve leaves and exceed.
The little riddle around this mysterious flower, there’s a bond between us.
I can feel you, you can feel me. I guess it was strange but I felt comfortable.
I shut my eyes, you’re still there. Blossoming your wings of white and purple.
Your roots crawled through my skin. Little by little. You flourish, somehow.
I wonder "don’t you need light"? Well, maybe that’s just me. In touch with fright.
Suddenly a red shine covered the most in the corners of my eyes. My delight.
You reminded me of such, I cried. You know me, I know you. What are you?
You grow. Seamless sharing examples while more flowers started rising.
I feel like dying, no reason. One little seems to be smiling. At me, myself?
Looking at these vapor mirrors, my eyes are red. Sitting on my knees, staring at the ceiling.
How much longer will this last? Embedded, one tear streams softly.
Running slowly over my cheek. I look at my hands, a few cuts that bleed?
How did I get these? I’m feeling serenity of death, being left alone. I feel glad.
All over now. It is. It’s all over now. Weakening, I drop on the floor. Gaze, all I see is waste.
The cadaver, my corpse. Why am I, not gone? This desperate feeling.
Still staring at the ceiling. I watch the lilies again, they act strange. Something bothers.
Tell me your plague. Reticent event, a breeze unwraps the beauty of the first leaf that lands.
I think. Curled vines across the floor, I reach out. I touch a leaf and it quietly strikes down.
Sorrow now, pain by then. It rains outside, I hear the water dripping pretty fast. No reflection.
No love or affection, I’m down. Another leaf drips on the floor. Huh?
Confused, I look closer. They look like rosepeddles. In a circle, somewhat. They’re whet.
Dizzyness, poison ivy. Unclear, one glass of water. Again, I try to see the fallen leaves.
Now I’m sure they form a pattern. A heartshaped figure? So weird.
It’s almost like you understand me. Me? Gently placing my fingertip over the red gloom of the flower.
Whet. Red? My portrayel of self-indulged death, love tragedies and breath.
The everyday pain I carry, kill me. In a heart of bleeding leaves, one glass of water and 2 dozen lilies.
Hallucinating or just how I felt then. A flower crop from a nutricious and healthy stash.
Enchanted? I don’t know. How did it get there?. I would reach closer, my emotions hold me.
I see the seed. Evaporated my windows vaguely. I can feel it’s thirst, closely.
Gathering energy for the peddles to evolve leaves and exceed.
The little riddle around this mysterious flower, there’s a bond between us.
I can feel you, you can feel me. I guess it was strange but I felt comfortable.
I shut my eyes, you’re still there. Blossoming your wings of white and purple.
Your roots crawled through my skin. Little by little. You flourish, somehow.
I wonder "don’t you need light"? Well, maybe that’s just me. In touch with fright.
Suddenly a red shine covered the most in the corners of my eyes. My delight.
You reminded me of such, I cried. You know me, I know you. What are you?
You grow. Seamless sharing examples while more flowers started rising.
I feel like dying, no reason. One little seems to be smiling. At me, myself?
Looking at these vapor mirrors, my eyes are red. Sitting on my knees, staring at the ceiling.
How much longer will this last? Embedded, one tear streams softly.
Running slowly over my cheek. I look at my hands, a few cuts that bleed?
How did I get these? I’m feeling serenity of death, being left alone. I feel glad.
All over now. It is. It’s all over now. Weakening, I drop on the floor. Gaze, all I see is waste.
The cadaver, my corpse. Why am I, not gone? This desperate feeling.
Still staring at the ceiling. I watch the lilies again, they act strange. Something bothers.
Tell me your plague. Reticent event, a breeze unwraps the beauty of the first leaf that lands.
I think. Curled vines across the floor, I reach out. I touch a leaf and it quietly strikes down.
Sorrow now, pain by then. It rains outside, I hear the water dripping pretty fast. No reflection.
No love or affection, I’m down. Another leaf drips on the floor. Huh?
Confused, I look closer. They look like rosepeddles. In a circle, somewhat. They’re whet.
Dizzyness, poison ivy. Unclear, one glass of water. Again, I try to see the fallen leaves.
Now I’m sure they form a pattern. A heartshaped figure? So weird.
It’s almost like you understand me. Me? Gently placing my fingertip over the red gloom of the flower.
Whet. Red? My portrayel of self-indulged death, love tragedies and breath.
The everyday pain I carry, kill me. In a heart of bleeding leaves, one glass of water and 2 dozen lilies.