Lucid Vicissitudes by Mydriasis Aletheia

Nov 2013

I am the darkness,
Because they can't hurt me then.

Thick face is a stately art,
In the pitch-black I have hidden my heart.

Recurring dreams fall unto the stars.

Waking weirdness.

Written by

Mydriasis Aletheia 29/Other/Empyrean

(29/Other/Empyrean)

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