Sans Logique

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"You tell me everything, But say nothing."
I heard her in my distant dreams,
Had began to see the form of her in my drawings. She spoke to me in highs and lows,
A song like that of a singing bowl.
The voice was made of vivid colors,
Swinging down to deep values,
Like that of a dark flowing river.
I listened to her in the rain,
I remember the rain dropped in tune,
With steady progression,
But she is without logic.

I dream,
With my eyes open...
In dark hallows I saw the eyes watching intently behind her,
As she handed me the red apple.
And she smiled at me,
As if asking me to bite also,
But I was scared of the unknown.
I was scared of the darkness behind her.
The eyes.
Her face covered in my blood,
Oh spirit of life and death,
Why does she appear to me so much?
Is it another dimension?

Imagine...
You walk down stairs. Float third person I mean. Look at the white wall next to you. You see indentations of multiple screaming faces, but it's dead silent.
Even when you close your eyes light will burn in them.
And faces will appear.

A song for Alraune

A song for Alraune

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