Once colorful dreams now appear like ancient statues animated by the screams of a harlots burning flesh, her reflections dancing in the glinting eyes of the watchful ravens. I once laughed at the sight of of tree's waving the stars away their crippled posture poetic in the glimpse of our future, a blizzard of flies gathering for the party of the end embracing the smog of burning flesh,
The laughter still ringing in my ears like a feedback of tinnitus.
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Author:
Burning Crow (
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- Category: Surrealist
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.. ringing in the ears or around you … oh … I get that sometimes ,
A dark read although I do not fully understand it , ?
Yeah , you not been on here for ages have you lol .
Yeah decided to log back in a post something again. It's basically just written as a dark visual it's not necessarily supposed to have a significant meaning it was just written for the purpose of creating a dark picture that the reader can take what they want from it and create their own meaning
I’m not sure what to think about it , to be honest with you .
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