I remember the essence
The glowing heat
I remember the beautiful sensation
The sweetness of the skin
The feelings within
So close
To touch
I may not forsake this
I'm sitting here with people realizing
things that they do not see
With people wanting
things that they can never be
There's a big difference
Perfection
Emulation
Digital, dimensional, distortions
Ice once again intruded
In my life
But this time she's cold
This time she's humping oblivion
No shivers
Just the naked, crippled skeleton
Staring at me in dispear
I do not blindly run down every track
I do not act on every cliche
I do not understand the algebra
Never had
I do not want to know
I do not feel the urge for transforming life
into a static, commercialized show
Have I frozen
through the core?
I do believe in the sense of celestial creatures
Laine's caught in
;)
Why don't you urge me to relax?
I've had some wannabe kings
tell me
the name of the game
But after lonely days
I may be awakening
I think I hear
trees whispering
Telling strange tales
of stillness and beauty
You see the doors of perception
Widely known to be narrow
Analog, dimensional, distortions
You might not return
I would miss you so
You may leave pieces of your golden mind
Sparkling but nowhere to find
They're surely not toys
I remember resonating softly
Still denying my fingertips
Is it unfair
that I do not combust?
Do you remember my name?
I thank you for stepping
inside
I still want you,
I remember
something for which
there are no words
Missing taste
Glory
Enchanting
Graceful eyes,
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