Breaking out of her cloak, she looked up with her liquid
grayish eyes, embracing all around sight of death
all white up to the ceiling until her fluid
gaze glazing to blinding lights standing like a wreath
Hoped all around as she couldn't feel no nothing
Senseless puppet on bare toes she wouldn't walk/stand
People around say stuff she wouldn't understand / people open their mouth in useless noise ; they talk
Up, down, she's been it all, waiting for the ending
The darkest Erebus from her depths of shadows
Smiles as they ignore who she's been and what she's now
Did withhold power in her hands, used with sorrow
And tears that fell, she doesn't know what did they mean
Not how she tried but she couldn't stop them somehow
Wait for a new day, Hemera will bring the sin
inspired by rimbaud, inspiration of both chuuya nakahara and patti smith, poets, and for my story Unknown
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and nothing else matters
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My slice of life
Poetry~All of us is smiling when you cry All of you is crying when I smile All of them is sleeping when you're awake When you're an other thing than me~ This is gonna be like a kind of safe place. Somewhere where nothing that I say could be bad or even...
