Too bright to view
With human eyes
Too colourful to see at night
The pond was doused, early on
With summer rain
From far beyond
She turns her remorse into rage
And drags the dead sheep down the stage
Just to watch their boiled blood
She draws the knife
And stabs the sun
In that pond, just backyard
she spends her time
in the darkest summer sky
Wishing for unearthly stardom
Having parties with the leeches
(she's sunken to the bottom)
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC
Too bright to view
With human eyes
Too colourful to see at night
The pond was doused, early on
With summer rain
From far beyond
She turns her remorse into rage
And drags the dead sheep down the stage
Just to watch their boiled blood
She draws the knife
And stabs the sun
In that pond, just backyard
she spends her time
in the darkest summer sky
Wishing for unearthly stardom
Having parties with the leeches
(she's sunken to the bottom)
written based on a dream I had a few months ago. i dreamt of a place where the only sources of sustenance were a pond, and the sun. so weird, but at least i took inspiration from it! (and my obsession with insects and leeches)
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