It is inside the vanilla coating of sky <br />faltering insignias opening like petals in my mind. <br />The autumn, so vacant; <br />falling under the inside, <br />suffocating garish green. <br /> <br />A sweet calm <br />(finally without drugs) <br />letting the sadness bead on flesh, <br />run down my arms. <br />Maiden of silver <br />foxy glow, <br />smoldering inside a white hot shell. <br /> <br />Your steel beckons. <br />I lay complete. <br />Foundering rage, steamy kettles of my porcelain tears. <br />This sad sickly sweet, doe-eyed mad in the dark. <br />This girl is a love song <br />gone all wrong. <br />The lyric unfinished, <br />syntax sloppy and subdued. <br /> <br />We are stepping on happy, <br />stomping on the faces that can still bear to smile. <br />Tangled in the respite, <br />dangling from the summit- <br />there is real life and then there is this... <br />Owned by the prophecy of the by gone, <br />mind stutters, feet dance to the tune. <br />Give.me.more.melody. <br /> <br />Brisk openings, <br />doorways into this rough skin; <br />a mindless trek through death and ash. <br />Harder it becomes, <br />you become, <br />we become. <br />We hunt souls, <br />beloved, enslaved. <br />Exhale existence, <br />exhale.<br /><br />Krissy Disillusion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunter-13/
