Fantasia

It started with a stop

There is no road back

These needles pricking skins

How thick is yours?

Red ink spilt across my palms

Drenched in the toxins, the talent, The tantrums

Trying to vanish the vision of the rarest of them all

Through faulting and twisting

Precious perceptions withdraw

Your grasp from me

Sliding out of my grip into another's missing piece

Bitterness and venom shoot from my jaw

I wish it would sink into something more awful

Softly blowing on the backs of necks

The words are trickling down spines

'As good as gold but still disposed'

Helpless as the victim and the villain

A slapped wrist for thoughtless dilemmas

Denied of a pardon for this ordeal

The sickening blow is punishment enough

Ripped flesh pasted onto something uncontrollable

Hideous and ugly

A taste of loyalty

Calm down

I'm calmed down

It's keeping me grounded

There was no risk assessment

I was wide eyed at foreign things

Ignoring the choices for fear of the chance

Clean your ears so you can hear what I'm listening to

Craves of my aesthetic will guide me tonight

But its making me weak

Leave it alone

Leave us alone

Let's branch up and rise

What are the words I was supposed to have written?

As good as gold but still disposed

Faithful and Faithless

Crawl back to phase one

I'll let myself out gracefully

I can not keep but smile

I'm fading out