Never mind the world behind my eyes.
Or the earth within my skin.
Neither the diamonds swimming in teal blood.
For these are unfairly fairy tales.
Stale stories plucked from a withered imagination.
Tilting on the edge of a translucent dream.
The region which surrounds my form is lucid.
A prism reflecting the many colors of my pieces.
They who dwells in the internal galaxy knows me well.
For I am the matter which you breath in and blow out.
I am Human Dusk.
The sunset and sunrise of old endings and new beginnings.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
Never mind the world behind my eyes.
Or the earth within my skin.
Neither the diamonds swimming in teal blood.
For these are unfairly fairy tales.
Stale stories plucked from a withered imagination.
Tilting on the edge of a translucent dream.
The region which surrounds my form is lucid.
A prism reflecting the many colors of my pieces.
They who dwells in the internal galaxy knows me well.
For I am the matter which you breath in and blow out.
I am Human Dusk.
The sunset and sunrise of old endings and new beginnings.
