Syvelocin
October 5th, 2010, 10:43 AM
Bonus points to anyone who can guess where I got the inspiration.
She's paper-thin as she
bears her colorless expression
Tears plastered in their homes
below her orchid eyes
Her words are hollow echoes but her screams
are banshee cries
Her nose cannot make human sound
we mistake her sobs for leaves
Skin like a cashmere blanket
recoiling when you touch her
Her boots make no sound
she just floats like the cobwebs in your house
She's always gone before you wake
invoking your paranoia
That she really never was
her essence is the mind's hallucination
She's your desperation for
spilt lust and shallow fame
Your hopeless dreams have been answered
so you spend your nights at beauty's mercy
Coma is a whisper in the wind
a white night fantasy
Where you're forever faced
with your pallid, blank canvas
She's paper-thin as she
bears her colorless expression
Tears plastered in their homes
below her orchid eyes
Her words are hollow echoes but her screams
are banshee cries
Her nose cannot make human sound
we mistake her sobs for leaves
Skin like a cashmere blanket
recoiling when you touch her
Her boots make no sound
she just floats like the cobwebs in your house
She's always gone before you wake
invoking your paranoia
That she really never was
her essence is the mind's hallucination
She's your desperation for
spilt lust and shallow fame
Your hopeless dreams have been answered
so you spend your nights at beauty's mercy
Coma is a whisper in the wind
a white night fantasy
Where you're forever faced
with your pallid, blank canvas