Reminiscence: I see a portrait of you
Painted with the most vibrant of colors
Your smile brighter than the sun
But your touch is oh so cold...
Like the wings of Icarus
I've melted for the gratification
Of your nails embedded into my skin
Of my knife embedded into yours
Beside oneself: My thoughts seem distant
But this feeling is so familiar
The ones I love abandoning my life
With nothing to lose, I join them
Like the wings of Icarus
I've melted for the gratification
Of vile bliss blinding my eyes
Giving sight to the never seeing
I am not the entity of solace
I am not comfort in sorrow
I am not the epitome of grace
Evolving the aesthetic into the unbeautiful
Evolving the aesthetic
["These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly,
waking in the dawn of the morning,
in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity,
sleeping in the cold night's arms..."]
In the cold night's arms!
I see a portrait of you
Painted with the most vibrant of colors
Your smile brighter than the sun
But your touch is oh so cold...
I am not the entity of solace
I am not comfort in sorrow
I am not the epitome of grace
Evolving the aesthetic into the unbeautiful
Like the wings of Icarus
I've melted for the gratification
Of vile bliss blinding my eyes
Giving sight to the never seeing
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