Revolte
03-19-2013, 09:58 PM
**I'm a little nervous posting here again after how I left, but, I'm doing it anyway**
Images of Song
Unconcealed skin twirls
through ripples of sound as piano keys
and copper strings lay lines in fictitious visions,
and fornicate in my chest
scraping and screaming through energies
coupled with nerves and forming song.
“Thump,
Thump...
Hear the music play,
watch the sky-lights fall,
inhale the moon in a single breath and become notes,
silhouettes,
images,
ideas,
perils,
mischief...
Life.”
The World; Silenced
The walls are sweating blood
and I can smell the fear in their paint
dripping the essence of regrets.
The ceiling undresses
and displays the blackness
with its now starless shell.
The floor inverts and oozes
then pulls me into itself,
consuming and choking on my sickness.
The world; silenced.
And I hear every hidden whimper,
every death,
every pseudo-birth,
every damned crackle of white-noise and...
I can not rest.
I can not breathe.
The world; silenced
is violent.
Images of Song
Unconcealed skin twirls
through ripples of sound as piano keys
and copper strings lay lines in fictitious visions,
and fornicate in my chest
scraping and screaming through energies
coupled with nerves and forming song.
“Thump,
Thump...
Hear the music play,
watch the sky-lights fall,
inhale the moon in a single breath and become notes,
silhouettes,
images,
ideas,
perils,
mischief...
Life.”
The World; Silenced
The walls are sweating blood
and I can smell the fear in their paint
dripping the essence of regrets.
The ceiling undresses
and displays the blackness
with its now starless shell.
The floor inverts and oozes
then pulls me into itself,
consuming and choking on my sickness.
The world; silenced.
And I hear every hidden whimper,
every death,
every pseudo-birth,
every damned crackle of white-noise and...
I can not rest.
I can not breathe.
The world; silenced
is violent.