Biography
His head is a little interior of grey mirrors. Each gesture flees immediately down an alley Of diminishing perspectives, and its significance Drains like water out the hole at the far end. He lives without privacy in a lidless room, The bald slots of his eyes stiffened wide-open On the incessant heat-lightning flicker of situations. He is immune to pillows.
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LORELEI He tried to flee from the godless skies; to avoid an everlasting storm of raging hurt. But in the pursuit of the last lonesome visible light in the midst of his decaying being. He’s sightseeing within the walls of a vast and boundless oblivion. As a million varied paranoia distorted sobs echoed beneath his cranium In the wasted time he followed the sound of never-ending nothingness. Helplessness began to flow heavy through dreary black scented crystal clear tears; they spilled from his eyes like a transparent liquid landslide of suffering. He felt all the pain he ever knew as the tears seeped out and left behind a heart aching warmth that made his emotions start to blear. Everything he endeared in was muted beneath the hollow weeps of shadows and at long last reality was apparent he was imprisoned by a tormenting meandering. The disobedience of his collapsed soul waned as grey birds pecked at the last remaining morsels of his soul, a hollow melancholy draft was left behind He finds himself wandering through his numb heart He gets lost in gushing surges of morphine laced blood Tears flood as all he knows fades His veins beg for the sting of a stainless steel razor blade He knows the razer will drain all that ails until his complexion pales. A still rain wales as it entangles with his bruised soul His eyes pour lifeless reflections of seas He looked into the reflection and saw the holocaust of his sanity. His mind bleeds morality. He seeks to find humility in a stranger's eyes To his surprise, they’re as dead as him They swim in pools of vanity and greed His soul is inhabited by a single cry that dies slightly each morning he arises In his world, there is no saving just oceans of despair Christ was stillborn on his spinning sphere of hatred He counts pills in his head as his final cry dissolves in sorrow Reluctance in his thoughts he questions his pain but there will be no tomorrow Agony evaporates as he’s engulfed in the holy radiance of an angel of mercy Her soul is like a mirror it confines all his pain. Her two piercing brown eyes are doorways that lead to her beautiful mind. He gets lost in the endless hallways of her eyes, their beauty is unmatched like infinite brown spherical galaxies. She’s the lantern whose light encapsulated the pain he used to know She is the sun to his leaf flowing in the wind. She’s lidocaine that numbs my pain. The light she emits shines brighter than a thousand dying suns exploding in the dark void of space. All stillness lies unless it’s behind one of her eyes Everything is a high contrasted black and white but her vivid angelic skin The sun tilts within her and bleeds its light through her eyes He weeps in her shadow hoping for a love he could never have Her light heals. --NAVRÉ--
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