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At times life reminds me of a cello
Being ripped and chomped with a chainsaw
Are u following me?
Are you covered by that same musical blood-splatter?
And once again itâ€™s all about
A plunge downhill screaming
With brakes on fire through curves careening
And the world becomes a billion butterflies
Being mutilated in a blender.
I fall out of her eyes and try desperately to breathe
This is a dream and I know I am dreaming
Just as I know that once I was awake but will
Wake again, nevermore.
Those gates of granite and Iron before love can
Become a ruckus of rain and rust through to my
I am smoking in the everafter
Sure it is true love
But unfortunately happily
Is just a fairytale
| Perhaps you could narrate my life. It's full of moments like these.||| Posted on 2016-09-27 00:00:00 | by EshyFishy | [ Reply to This ] || Nice, with a little trucker's parlance for our additional enlightenment.|
|| Posted on 2015-12-25 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] || Once again your morosely animated antics have created a hit. I can hear the cello's splinters flying, almost taste my butterfly smoothy. Who knew that morbidity could be such fun??|
|| Posted on 2015-11-20 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] |