The Darkness falls Colour dimmed in anticipation The Rhythmic tastelessness of a dead civilization Filled with dieing glimpses of beautiful limitations The death of friction Now only cold anticipation There is no break, Now captive of the now. Aware is my perception The commonness of ‘how?’ The answers are but questions Nothingness let fly The… Continue reading The Machine
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Forever isnt real
Forever doesn’t exist… nothing is ever real It’s only a fragment of time And time doesn’t heal…
In reverance for her lavendar eyes
In reverance for her lavendar eyes, This flame, the light of our creation. I gaze at, to be thrice damned, Left without salvation into damnation.