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Shattered skull
Splatter paint
History flashes before my eyes
in hues of Sepia Shock
Life
Play
Replay
Re-plays
Until it finally slams to a halt
on rust-toned pavement
and Silence
Screams.
© 2013 Khitii Lae-Ahn
Splatter paint
History flashes before my eyes
in hues of Sepia Shock
Life
Play
Replay
Re-plays
Until it finally slams to a halt
on rust-toned pavement
and Silence
Screams.
© 2013 Khitii Lae-Ahn
~Hu-mAn-itY~
At the core
the Truth
is far more simple
than the complex,
overextended exterior
we lead ourselves to believe.
We
are a nation of animals...
seeking elation
through the instant gratification
of solicited forniction
and finding salvation
through the elaboration
of mouthed out myths;
driven
by seedy needs;
hungry for lust;
misplacing our trust;
thinking ego's justifiable
as long as no one realises we're liable
for so many veiled misdeeds.
We
are a question
with only one answer;
death's double-edged enhancer;
the world's terminal cancer;
hot-blooded demise
basking in lies;
trying to realise
unnatainable dreams
by na
~Screaming Crystalline~
-puff, puff-
Keep it lit
pulling white cloud
from blackened glass
burning hit
to smoldering lungs
digits calloused by heat
seeking a new sensation
anything
beyond
the blank & black
emptiness
heart pounding
pupils dilate
becoming obsidian orbs
rapid blink
Need to move
to do
Something?
Anything!
spy the grime
toothbrush to tile
edge of wall
counter/
sink/
toilet/
tub
Everything
gleams
sparkling clean
So why does it seem so
dirty ?
-tap tap-
charcoal fingertips
on silver&black
spelling out illness
to a rancid world
Send to?
All!
Someone?
Anyone!?
Answer!!!
-twitching-
Crank the knob
'til it blasts
Let
~Haunted~
I try
every day
to walk
these hollow halls
but memories resound
frame after frame
they flit about
like floating daggers
each attempting
to pierce
something
lost
to me
but they only serve
to stir the air
filling it
with the scent of frangipani blooms
and salt
and the echoes of words
(oh such soft
words)
words once whispered
so sweetly
against the tip
of a beating metaphor
which now seems
to have shrivelled away
lost
in the silence
of autumnal shadows
words which once
warmed the depths
of an arctic ocean
filled with tears
until it was set ablaze
with passion's kiss
words
(such sweet
words)
like ghosts
the
~Halo~
I wear an omen
like a crown
an angel
whose halo
is aflame
screaming
scarlet
siren~
the future foretold
reflected above
my eyes
lying eyes
they tell of oceans
crystalline
there's froth on these tides
and the seafoam's green
it beads up from within
invisible
save for the snarl
the low growl
that echoes from my lips
I can see, you know
the future
the cold grip of fate
it doesn't glisten
as i once thought
on a silver blade
no
wet fire
now only damp
soft, pale skin
turned to alabaster prunes
a thousand years
etched into my shoulders
and i sit
in a pool of ice
tracing life
with tiny ivory razors
remembering
un
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