Syntethic starsSynthetic stars, the icon of your boyish delectation, confide, rewind yesterday.
Distorted afterimage of yourself, the reminiscence of the broken hourglass.
The sand haemorrages from your mind, you hid your face, so that you didn't had to smile.
Your vision is blurred for a moment by the black and whiteness of the world, you stumble and fall, as reality washes away.
Presence, warmth, someone feeling your absence, instead of neglectance.
Someone takes of your mask, and you smile once again, you shed no tears.
The sand regress, everyone leaves, you are the only one left.
You lie on your bed, synthetic stars, the icon of your boyish delectation.
Distorted afterimage of yourself, the reminiscence of the broken hourglass.
The sand haemorrages from your mind, you hid your face, so that you didn't had to smile.
Your vision is blurred for a moment by the black and whiteness of the world, you stumble and fall, as reality washes away.
Presence, warmth, someone feeling your absence, instead of neglectance.
Someone takes of your mask, and you smile once again, you shed no tears.
The sand regress, everyone leaves, you are the only one left.
You lie on your bed, synthetic stars, the icon of your boyish delectation.
1 comment:
Yo phat poem son! Just some spelling misstakes, but i think that's just what a poem is about ain't it? So ure going back to Beerduck now eh? That's whack, feels kinda odd seeing your untanned face here once again ;D! "Chill Out Session" Peace Out!
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