When what we see is real,
We sculpt perfection
Refined chimeras,
Hunt us by night,
Masked behind shadows,
Of trees along the road to a cemetery
The lady in a white dress,
Bare feet, boiling skin
Her long dark hair
Slutty all over her face
And a butcher's knife,
Shining under a moonlight
That is not blood, right?
And why is she walking this way?
Aaaaaaaaah!!!
Am awake
A tapestry of mosaics,
Of Autumn leaves,
Floating down calm waters
rays of a morning sun
The lady in a black dress,
Out the river of youth
Her crystal skin,
With a radiant smile
Colourful eyes,
And wet golden hair,
Down her shoulders,
With splashing waters
As she walks towards me,
And lo,
Am awake,
This time,
For real
Am I happy or sad?
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 5:32 AM UTC
When what we see is real,
We sculpt perfection
Refined chimeras,
Hunt us by night,
Masked behind shadows,
Of trees along the road to a cemetery
The lady in a white dress,
Bare feet, boiling skin
Her long dark hair
Slutty all over her face
And a butcher's knife,
Shining under a moonlight
That is not blood, right?
And why is she walking this way?
Aaaaaaaaah!!!
Am awake
A tapestry of mosaics,
Of Autumn leaves,
Floating down calm waters
rays of a morning sun
The lady in a black dress,
Out the river of youth
Her crystal skin,
With a radiant smile
Colourful eyes,
And wet golden hair,
Down her shoulders,
With splashing waters
As she walks towards me,
And lo,
Am awake,
This time,
For real
Am I happy or sad?
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