Wednesday, 24 March 2010


All your most dominant fears
Will vanish into the vacuum of the sky
No reason why, they just will
Because this is how it is.

Curtains of velvet colours
Suffocating your mind, nevermind
All you see is the rainbow,
That pretty little rainbow,
But no pot of gold at the end.

Your leather-clad demons
Will soon turn to stone
Leaving you in euphoria, solitary, alone
Laughing and cavorting in other dimensions
While you test out your synthetic dream invention

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