Halo

[mephisto_so7]

Reality rose like the sun, and still I slept through it:
"I can always witness it another morning..."
The thoughts like these are cemented in procrastination.
Now this part of 'she' is liquid form somewhere on the floor,
As a self-defiant need for a cure.
Diagnosed to emerge and roam away
From roads as thick as foam.
You wish to burn the candles that quietly service the arm.
Another day will pass, with the shades pulled down
Until the swallow returns me to sleep.
A father knocks on a silent door
While this part of 'she' has become an inferno of shame,
Louder than we expect from such silent candles
Not so secret anymore.
-djb

 

[Noodle]

*bump*
Very nice piece here. Still absorbing it all in.
...not much in the way of a critique on it, but I like it and think it should stay up on the front for a time.

 

[cand-E bamber]

awsome. this flows so well. im really not sure what the underlying point is supposed to be. none of my business im sure. but wonderful work *thumbs up*
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