KR

Cut-out


I am a cut-out in her hands


WITHIN the REALMS of IMPETUOUS* - COMMANDS* !


I’m a piece of blank paper, fallen in the sand


TO BE SO SCRIPTED* BY WAY of MYSTERY'S HIDDEN LANDS* !


Beauty is fractured here, silent.


A SILENCE* - ENRAPTURED* - IT SO REMAINS* !


All the images I see are tricks of the brain
I close my eyes to cut out the visions but
It remains the same am I insane when I repeatedly
Visualize and act out the same things but when
All is left will I cut out that part of the
Brain


WITHIN the PREMIS* of THE ( KNOWN )* - ALL* so EXPERIENCED* is THE SAME*= ( INSANE )* !


Ansanity it seems,
Has become the premise of all my dreams


Got off me remove this vision I'm the only one to see because you are all in my head

Comments2

  • OUTBACK

    UPON the ( VOIDING )* of SUCH* VISION* - RESIDES* - ONESELF'S* [ FREEDOM* from ALL ]* !

  • Aislinn Wilson

    This is splendid and so fresh!



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