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Flying with cut wrists Above the color of a surrogate self Osiris Son of Earth and Heaven I suddenly feel the warm red viscous liquid Slowly it seeps out furtively at first Then with more determination Down my arm across my right hand, across my left Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip I can sense it congealed on my head where my hands have been Clinging to me not wishing to leave My face is caressed by crimson fingers as a lover would My eyes, ears, nose, mouth, neck It seems to roam over me looking for a home Trickling across my lips it offers, no dares me to taste Teasing me, but my mouth cannot respond Lips now matched against the scarlet A growing blue in comparison, colour mix Form a new symmetric sapphiric jewel I feel rushing air as off a great wind Bright white lights curiously dance above me Invite me to join them Colours speed past Drab, dreary colours green, grey Then suddenly a veil is laid upon me All is black
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Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 6:31 PM UTC
Flying With Cut Wrists
Flying with cut wrists Above the color of a surrogate self Osiris Son of Earth and Heaven I suddenly feel the warm red viscous liquid Slowly it seeps out furtively at first Then with more determination Down my arm across my right hand, across my left Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip I can sense it congealed on my head where my hands have been Clinging to me not wishing to leave My face is caressed by crimson fingers as a lover would My eyes, ears, nose, mouth, neck It seems to roam over me looking for a home Trickling across my lips it offers, no dares me to taste Teasing me, but my mouth cannot respond Lips now matched against the scarlet A growing blue in comparison, colour mix Form a new symmetric sapphiric jewel I feel rushing air as off a great wind Bright white lights curiously dance above me Invite me to join them Colours speed past Drab, dreary colours green, grey Then suddenly a veil is laid upon me All is black
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Irish
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 6:31 PM UTC
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