Saturday, July 26, 2014

Trip

Liquid orange fades into vertical rivers of bark 
Cotton candy skies dress the horizon in red 
Carpeted blades dance, green razors singing with the 
Harmonies of the wind, a cold light pierces through smudged glass 
Surrounded by beige skinned cliff faces 
And a sea of flesh-tinted carpets wrap fingers around 
Iron posts, followed by a plain grey drape 
Keeping its contents safe from the carcass of the day 
We live in the shadows who trespass 
Into a technicolor dream world 
Whose arms unfurled await the day 
We step into the light 
A small glimmer of hope against the endless night 
We've trapped ourselves in, undressed, newborn 
Subconsciously separating our skin, from dangerous perception 
If you taste her once, you'll never find cover again 
Laced with lust, and perpetual motion, the day 
Transposes thoughts, composes poems of love 
And lives lost to her touch, hungry eyes devour seconds 
Never sated, the gnawing pain never abates 
As tides rush in, wash the colors into your skin 
And you die again, dye in everything 
As the inevitable gray wears into the day 
Dress in black infection the lovers that you made 
Remember the colors that you made 
Remember the wonders that faded 
When you laid down, committed to drowning 
In the end.

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