Sep 2015
“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”
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.
ˈsīkē/
noun
noun: psyche; plural noun: psyches
the human soul, mind, or spirit.
