Breathing life from technicoloured rays
you have touched my icicle mould of haze
like a sweet escape in summer days.
And into a new dawn you stretched your arms
to reach out for me with tender charms.
You have raised my static form from a
d o wn
ward
spiral
by seeping a rainbow hue through the hollow existence of my denial.
At the precipice of eternity my figure once stood bedecked to twisted fates;
but you turned,
and you saw,
and you gathered,
and you mended,
and you carved out darkness
to make whole again what rare beauty lies within my stone-turned soul.
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Dulcet Musings of a Restless Mind
PoetryThese violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die like fire and powder; which, as they kiss, consume. A compilation of my violent delights as a teenager. I otherwise like to refer to it as poetry - scattered words on a page, seeming...
