Splatters of paint
Images become like splatters of damaging paint upon fabric. My memories roll open. I cry as they open to this grand scene. I shut my eyes. I crave them to erase these times. Yet I have to watch.
I stay. Waiting as my vanity takes hold of the moment. I behave irrational.
Time speaks this wondrous tale. So many words. Lies and truth intermingled. Love woven like a strong tapestry. Oh how I let my spirit sink. My soul falls. I don't want listen. I don't want to watch.
I slam my head against a brick wall. Falling with streaks of blood to the ground. Oh don't carry me. Let me awaken alone. I need to be alone.
This rush of heated black and white cells break into vibrant colors as baby blues turn to violent purples and blacks. I see the ground is closer than I need it to be. Let me lay here.
My life is shaking. The ground is absorbing all of me. The rivers of red are forming routes to drain into a center. Seeking a peace in the most unusual way.
All thoughts are laughing. So many people dance around me. Wanting to lock me up. Is anything inside these square clouds really so important? I awaken long enough to crawl away from the crowds. Away from the snide remarks of insanity.
Oh how life, love and passion intertwine and thrust visions across a mind. The emotions, the skin remembers. The heart beats wildly and the time ticks away. Slowly the pulse within my pale wrist slows. I begin to fall. This is the need of escape.
The ripples of dried rivers stretch across ginger strands. The toned freckles dance a dangerous theme. As my mind empties the parting sketches.
I entertain one last breath. The night unfolds and I sing myself to sleep. The cool air warms me. Then I fade away.
An echo of my name follows me through a tunnel. Yet so many advisors are yelling at me. This time the words are clear.
I survived the erasing. I survived.
I stay. Waiting as my vanity takes hold of the moment. I behave irrational.
Time speaks this wondrous tale. So many words. Lies and truth intermingled. Love woven like a strong tapestry. Oh how I let my spirit sink. My soul falls. I don't want listen. I don't want to watch.
I slam my head against a brick wall. Falling with streaks of blood to the ground. Oh don't carry me. Let me awaken alone. I need to be alone.
This rush of heated black and white cells break into vibrant colors as baby blues turn to violent purples and blacks. I see the ground is closer than I need it to be. Let me lay here.
My life is shaking. The ground is absorbing all of me. The rivers of red are forming routes to drain into a center. Seeking a peace in the most unusual way.
All thoughts are laughing. So many people dance around me. Wanting to lock me up. Is anything inside these square clouds really so important? I awaken long enough to crawl away from the crowds. Away from the snide remarks of insanity.
Oh how life, love and passion intertwine and thrust visions across a mind. The emotions, the skin remembers. The heart beats wildly and the time ticks away. Slowly the pulse within my pale wrist slows. I begin to fall. This is the need of escape.
The ripples of dried rivers stretch across ginger strands. The toned freckles dance a dangerous theme. As my mind empties the parting sketches.
I entertain one last breath. The night unfolds and I sing myself to sleep. The cool air warms me. Then I fade away.
An echo of my name follows me through a tunnel. Yet so many advisors are yelling at me. This time the words are clear.
I survived the erasing. I survived.
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