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Eve.

All is a blur, nothing the same.
Impressions suddenly matter, intense images of people.
Stumble across the stone floor, rays of bliss illuminating the stars.
Her ruby hair, perfect carcass without a face.

Proceed to lift into the sky, float over the castle.
Unable to control, suppressing urges.
Reaching down, grabbing the lightpost.
She runs away from me.

Clinging onto a mountain as my friends abandon me.
The moon is crashing into earth, doomsday.
I am madly in love, but unsure why.
The features of the scarlet woman are diffuse, unclear.

I get into the car and proceed to accelerating.
I cannot manoeuvre nor control, but I need to go faster.
She is dissapearing from my field of view.
My lips touch hers, as I crash into the sky.

I break the clouds and stars, they scatter all around me.
My right fist is crushed, broken and I can't understand why.
Her facial features yet again escape me, as we stand face to face on a pier.
The ocean is red, the sky likewise.

I suddenly slip on a pool of blood.
I start to fall backwards, rushing towards my death.
I open my eyes, staring into the roof of my bedroom.
All is a blur, nothing the same.




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Publicerad 2011-06-28 10:26



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