They say that when lightning strikes, it will never strike that same place again.
When I was with you it felt like my veins had melded into silver and my blood had morphed into a million volts. And when you left,
when you left,
I felt nothing. Darkness blanketed by spells of silence were only broken by the occasional flash of red. Veins crumbled to ash and weighed my organs to the ground.
My lightning faded, and was replaced by a vicious red.
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Revelations
PoetryIt was really me. It was really you. There was really nothing we could do. To put it concisely, these are short, philosophical situations, feelings, and thoughts of different persons and personalities I've encountered.
