Guitars to gentle strings
From screams to softening whisper
Faking your own death
With only the shadow left to betray
We can claim identity as our own
Cast your line
Into the chasms of glossy disavow
Lay your armor beside my sheath
Naked, bare we’ll wander till
We blend into the deepest sea
With evenings gaze upon eternal sleep
Awake we shall,
To endorphins, ambitiously haze-like, states of dream
A dampened cloth upon tempered steel
For wounds severe,
Its moist caress forever heals
Will you fake your own death and come with me?
"To endorphins, ambitiously haze-like, states of dream"
ReplyDeleteThat line was awesome, nicely done. Shedding ourselves of all the crap would be interesting indeed.
Thanks pat, really glad you enjoyed this. Totally agree shedding skin is sometimes the perfect remedy to the garbage we daily deal with. Thanks again for the visit:)
ReplyDeleteWith evenings gaze upon eternal sleep
ReplyDeleteAwake we shall,
To endorphins, ambitiously haze-like, states of dream
this one is very different, haunting imagery.
stunning words.
Jingle, thanks for taking a look at this piece. Glad you enjoyed reading it. Thanks again for all you do:)
ReplyDeleteVery compelling and romantic something I wouldn't mind being asked =) Love the richness of your words
ReplyDeleteMindlovemisery, thanks for visiting. Really glad you enjoyed the read. I never thought of it as romantic before now, but I totally can see it now. In a variation of "doing anything for another" it really fits the bill. Thanks so much for your feedback, always appreciated:)
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