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kajarainbow) wrote2007-11-13 02:15 pm
kajarainbow) wrote2007-11-13 02:15 pm
Blood, pain, happiness
Sideways perhaps, not scream but need for flow, words rolling out of mind so won't jumble swirl roll clash in my head, no more endless echoes. "Stream-of-consciousness", something like that. At times broken twisting, my most natural form of expression. Patterns and coherence to grammar decay until.
Music made out of blood. Silver spiral exorcising, spilling out of metaphor-tongue. Sky black, red trailing down. Monsters caressing each other lovingly. Someone giggling, his eyes pure blood, weeping them. Thorns twisted inside, internal blood.
Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood turn send out. Of mind. Wavy bloody pattern, trace again and again endlessly. Patterns, word-patterns, nooo, not even that. Letters. Not-letters yet like letters, delusional nonsense of shapes forming into meaning.
Smile with silver. Silver is blood. Silver is moon. The world is silver. Consumed. Everything with silver agony ecstasy. Oh, yes, smile to the moon. It is gentle light, best light. Weeping silver joy, with the vision of red.
Everyone happy, as they bleed. Pain=pleasure. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, that is the world. To touch and feel, to smell, to sink ones teeth into someone, to love their insides. A kind touch, that causes pain.
Mmm.
Endless? No, all good things end. All of you, be happy. <3
Music made out of blood. Silver spiral exorcising, spilling out of metaphor-tongue. Sky black, red trailing down. Monsters caressing each other lovingly. Someone giggling, his eyes pure blood, weeping them. Thorns twisted inside, internal blood.
Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood turn send out. Of mind. Wavy bloody pattern, trace again and again endlessly. Patterns, word-patterns, nooo, not even that. Letters. Not-letters yet like letters, delusional nonsense of shapes forming into meaning.
Smile with silver. Silver is blood. Silver is moon. The world is silver. Consumed. Everything with silver agony ecstasy. Oh, yes, smile to the moon. It is gentle light, best light. Weeping silver joy, with the vision of red.
Everyone happy, as they bleed. Pain=pleasure. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, that is the world. To touch and feel, to smell, to sink ones teeth into someone, to love their insides. A kind touch, that causes pain.
Mmm.
Endless? No, all good things end. All of you, be happy. <3