The first, of many flashbacks to an acid trip that hope to, but can't, forget. Please may more gems come from the rough.


A moment, MERCY!

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...and as eyes shifted back,
the walls inhaled and exhaled reality
mercy ran red, voice cracked

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...and as ears grew distant,
space contorted and twisted beyond shape
mercy droned black, outline non-existent

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...and as a blink came and comes again,
this ambient shroud can ignite absence,
mercy takes flight, flashback begin!




Poetry by Sithre Lateralus
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Written on 2007-06-27 at 09:38

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