“On the edge again.”
Why would you hurt something so grand?
RipRip
Dynasties were never meant to last
“How did you love her?”
How do I love him?
“No, her.”
The sky is her hands
"Why?"
Scrreeechh
Halted down to taste
“Taste what?”
A bit of my soul
...
Savor the colour
"It has colour?"
Mine does.
"How?"
With time.
"Time?"
Silver ebbing off the corner
“Souls have corners?”
Well they’re not ‘round
**I didn’t plan to stay
Electric**
Happy happy happy
“What do you see?”
Glass.
“Glass?”
**No, water.
Shining to the sun
It’s a bit** shiver.
“How?”
Because he said so.
Chilly
“What do you feel?”
How did I fall?
“No, what do you feel?”
With the stars.
“Hm?”
I feel with the stars
“What?”
**Past the burning lake
And into lust.**
“Lust?”
**No,
Reckless**
“What do you hear?”
No
“How-”
Dull
“What?”
Numb.
All I hear is empty.
“Why’s that?”
Don’t you hear your heart echo too?
“End of session”
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
“On the edge again.”
Why would you hurt something so grand?
RipRip
Dynasties were never meant to last
“How did you love her?”
How do I love him?
“No, her.”
The sky is her hands
"Why?"
Scrreeechh
Halted down to taste
“Taste what?”
A bit of my soul
...
Savor the colour
"It has colour?"
Mine does.
"How?"
With time.
"Time?"
Silver ebbing off the corner
“Souls have corners?”
Well they’re not ‘round
**I didn’t plan to stay
Electric**
Happy happy happy
“What do you see?”
Glass.
“Glass?”
**No, water.
Shining to the sun
It’s a bit** shiver.
“How?”
Because he said so.
Chilly
“What do you feel?”
How did I fall?
“No, what do you feel?”
With the stars.
“Hm?”
I feel with the stars
“What?”
**Past the burning lake
And into lust.**
“Lust?”
**No,
Reckless**
“What do you hear?”
No
“How-”
Dull
“What?”
Numb.
All I hear is empty.
“Why’s that?”
Don’t you hear your heart echo too?
“End of session”
psy·che
ˈsīkē/
noun
noun: psyche; plural noun: psyches
the human soul, mind, or spirit.
