First, ink and tree leaves
Fresh or processed, it works nonetheless
seek a tranquil abode
And allow creativity to flow through throbbing veins
lock the doors, close your eyes,
Trap yourself in your consciousness
no escape for the wicked and divine
Allow the fear of yourself to boil,
the image of her that burns behind your eyes to scald you,
And the anticipatory chills to soak your entire body.
let them twirl and collide
Car collisions, fists against walls
face these lost horrors living in the depths of your mind
Tickle the subconscious,
drifting enough to dream,
But awake enough to feel the lightening of this storm.
tease and ****** it until it claws for an escape
Poke and **** burn it to squirm
the perfect result will be worth the torture.
Then, at the peak of destruction
when it’s nearing death and combustion
Release it onto the whiteness of the page
tarnishing it, impure.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 3:47 AM UTC
First, ink and tree leaves
Fresh or processed, it works nonetheless
seek a tranquil abode
And allow creativity to flow through throbbing veins
lock the doors, close your eyes,
Trap yourself in your consciousness
no escape for the wicked and divine
Allow the fear of yourself to boil,
the image of her that burns behind your eyes to scald you,
And the anticipatory chills to soak your entire body.
let them twirl and collide
Car collisions, fists against walls
face these lost horrors living in the depths of your mind
Tickle the subconscious,
drifting enough to dream,
But awake enough to feel the lightening of this storm.
tease and ****** it until it claws for an escape
Poke and **** burn it to squirm
the perfect result will be worth the torture.
Then, at the peak of destruction
when it’s nearing death and combustion
Release it onto the whiteness of the page
tarnishing it, impure.
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