A broken romance
A heart saturated in fearful blood
Tortured souls whimpering with remorse
Nineteen sixties run through my mind
Snapshots of spattered ink
Engraved in wrinkled fragments
Of memories drawn from what we see
Atoms dissolve from my skin into an explosion of dust
Millions of lights blind me as the sun shines through my shattered eyes
Disposed in an epiphany that tangles my web-like thinking
Shadows. Which are aimed in the opposition of light
Colours. Flying colours in the wind
Laughter. A natural high of adrenaline
Through my pulsing veins. Pumping.
Smokey particles of oxygen through two small holes
Using the knife that sharpens with each drawn breath
Poison that flows down the throat of consumption
Thoughts. Flowing through a never-ending current of intoxication
Words. Extracted from the natural vibrations that run
Drumming. Running. Thumping.
We lose ourselves in the parodies we create
To subconsciously distract us from the reality that is too hard to bear
One dream. One life. One death. One mind.
About the Creator
Celious Blanc
a poet since birth
running in the wind
head in the stars
soul in my eyes
a contradiction of emotion
an abstract perception
an involuntary whisper
a shadow in the light.
@celiousblanc
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