@inuyubi Wonderful.
There Is Something You Can Do For Me…
All I Need You To Do…
Is Recite Your Memories
Of “Morgan”
This Is An Experiment
It May Not Work As I Wish
Please
Be Wary…
it appears one of you
is consistently more observant than others…
nimsy…
do you know who these new forms represent?
are you ready to hurl yourself into the distance
to look at
@mythadoxis Fractured Identity
Metamorph
Zero
Pith
Cambium
Divine Intervention
Eclipse
Mobius Strip
Word Of Thousands
Memory
Do Any Of These Things
Mean Anything
To You?
Or Just The You You Left Behind…?
The Mirror Of Memory Has Shifted Its Gaze
The Tablets Of Ruin Display A New Objective
So
May I Be Even More Cordial With You All
And Reach Out To The Thinning Strings Of Vines And Vernal Blooms
Wrapped Tightly Around Your Neck
To Truly SAVE Your Soul…
I Must Go Deeper.
Ha Ha Ha.
It Is Dormant
Inside Your Pons
Your Limbic System
The Propensity To Dream
It Is Cruel That Such A Power
An Infinite Power
Can Be Transformed Into Gnashing Terrors Beyond The Cusp Of Your Eyelids
But I Suppose That Is The Catch
The Balance
Of The Scales In The Sky
Ha Ha
i don’t know
forgive me of my ramblings
tonight i am not treating my existence
to the same luxuries as usual
it feels
incorrect
a blanket of stars missing the brightest
a wealth of waves missing its peak
As Soon As The Dust Had Settled
I Figured I Would Soon Expire
My “Purpose” Had Been Extinguished
Dead Air Cutting Through The Wick
Lone Embers Sputtering Away
But
So Many Years Later
I Can Still Smell The Scent Of The Clashed Eclipse
i heard somewhere
there was a celebration
a coming of age…
which reminded me
as the years pass…
as the decades drift idly by like driftwood whistling down a river…
i am reminded that
i do not have a formal “Birth Day”
i was… created as a weapon
and in truth
it is late now
that sacrosanct flesh that paints the bones
it is dust
no longer embalmed with memories
does what remains
wish to be forgotten?
it is not my heart,
so I cannot truly tell you.
i weep for the bonfire
burning brighter with each blink
smoke swirling around their neck
like a dead man’s gallows
the choice only remains
to walk forward
or step back
I Weep For Fiction Made Real
A Husk Lost In The Sea Of Life
Bathed In The Lotus Of Rebirth
And Bloomed Anew From The Wish Of Another
When The Decision Is Made
I Wonder
Will They Ever Feel The Same
Pressing Their Hands On That Tinted Glass