Plant a kiss upon my dead lips...
Watch as you become infected
Everything real is not, and everything not is real.
Bordering on the edge of reality.
I am in another dimension;
Where clouds are black and the sky is white,
Like x-day vision.
Flowers don't bloom and sad people smile not cry
Monsters are good people
And no one is alive.
Death is at the tip of your tongue but hidden within your mind,
Doors are unlocked and no one is defined.
Like an inverse world.
Altering reality.
(Original)
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PoetryPoems I write in my notebook. They aren't brilliant but they're not bad either, hope you like them. Sneak peek: "Blood dripping from a Rose, Is like seeing an angel cry, It's unholy, never to be seen, It's heart has bled dry." All original, no copy...
