mypantsarecool
What was once witheld is now without.
Those who understood it fell from grace,
Their minds but an altar for some vetted,
Ornamental lover.
With never starting patience, he plunged up in the sea,
He swept down all the cleanness, and relished all the fleas,
For always ending newness, he closened up his mind,
And then until fornever, he's forgotten he won't die.
Hell isn't just a place you live,
It's that little twinge of desire that rests on your brow but,
You don't show it.
It's that hint of love that drifts away with her delicate wafting scent of lilac.
You simply stare as she glides toward nirvana,
Surfing on the backs of other willing, vacant hearts.
Your mind hovers so far above your body that you cant even breathe.
Or at least whatever breath you have gets taken by her beauty.
You bathe in her amber light.
Not in all the shades of blue could she ever be less beautiful.
And heres the sinking feeling.
There goes the pressure.
You feel it in your ears.
The tiny pop that ripples everything you are.
Epiphany from hell.