Tis not rot! No festering weeping sores, no pus, no ooze, no phlegm. What it is! It's cancer! Self replicating incontrovertibly til the end. Each reproduction a little less than the sum that was once the whole. Tiny clones of emptiness digging the grave deeper as the weary ones console. Let's hope the mourners will wear Black.
Do ghosts dream like the living do Can vapour weave a veil of thoughts like the livings unanswered hopes reticent I wonder in the rendering Where rendering is creation and not being broken down into smaller and smaller echoes Of what was before Of what can never be again Do ghosts dream at all.
Anxiety! You're a thief! You steal from me serendipity... Damn you I want it back! Like dancing with Melancholy You leave me drained you vampyric leech Your Tango could be better!
The reasons are many, the will is weak and so you succumb to assumptions and expectations demanded of you by the great unseen THEY!....Tea is Tea! Tea doesn't know that you drink it, taste it or prefer a certain kind... If TEA knew would it care?. .Music is music! Just as indifferent ! Created by one mind to share with another an interpretation of emotion and feeling. Music is heard, listened to and appreciated for what it is or it isn't. Music doesn't care if it's not heard! The person who created ...
The dreamers repose, eyes unspoilt by tears fitfully adrift in a sea of her own making Shadow filled eddy's in the wake of her path Mists clear on each scene change with desires thoughts as her destination appears Wendigo walker not far from view stalking, yet not on the hunt The dreamer awaits Sat in her garden For longing is the key to want Tattered rags for a dress Fairytale thoughts of Cinderella and ...
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