Can I drown myself in pure sensation?
Allow myself to be submerged?
Surrender to feeling, no hesitation
And just revel in how beautifully it hurts.
Fill up my mouth with nectar,
Flood my ears with melancholy song,
Fill my eyes with vibrant colour,
I have been away far too long.
Because the very air is silk on my skin,
And my brain has come alight.
Reality is stretched paper thin.
Angels dance on the edge of my sight.
Is this Art? Or is it just pleasure?
Or are the two one and the same?
Ill give you a ruler, can you measure
How far I can fall down into my brain.
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The Wind
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories and writings. Well, essentially just poems at the moment. Variety of influences I will always be willing to disclose for specific poems. Some are darker than others (see tags for possible triggers). Please commen...
