FluidsLeaking waters,The taste and smell of whichNone can exemplify.Preternatural tides,Falling in and out of controlOf lunar light.Toxins and signalsStruggle to flow through tangled wires,Struggle ever more.Powered by lies,Tangible matter and photons, at times,A primitive mechanismNow only wishesTo keep crawling on fluidsOther than thoseSecretedBy earth.
II - AcerbosYou leave. I say your nameWithout a voice.I leave. You bid farewellWithout a choice.Well-trodden labyrinths at dawnOr just before.My heart and mind indulge in brawlOutside your door.I'd sleep there, of my own free will,Lulled by the humming still.If only I could easilySuch promises fulfill.Timeless and cowardly may seemMy flight,But carelessness revealed her nowUnder a different light.There's love, there's sympathy, -Take no offence.The greatest thing you'll ever learnIs just the difference.
I - ElegosTo wail is to be weak -Teach me then to suppress the grief,Which still voice cannot speak.To miss is to be trueBut I missed once, and God knows why -I fell in love with you.I see it all - the oozing lightIn sunset's coloured haze,When you stood radiant and brightAs joyous summer days.But now, behind those weary walls -White blankets, tired eyes...Fate stumbles as the sickness growsAnd calls you to the skies.How will you know what love there wasIn my heart to appease?Will I behold your fading smileBefore your breath shall cease?What change, what difference may I poseBefore your timeless sleep?And will our laugh still sound, once more,In dreams so faint, so deep?No hour to lament -To lands unknown my flesh and bone,Away, away I'm sent.No promise to sustainLife-giving ties, and other lies,For life does not remain.
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The Monstrous Soul. Chapter IIt was Morwenn's assignment. Not mine the words slowly oozed through Kiri's mind like a thick, mucoid plash of liquid sliding on a slippery surface, as the creaking van rocked back and forth, crawling on the uneven road. Again and again that night, Kiri fell for sleep's embrace as it seemed to be approaching, and every time sleep rejected him. Insomnia is double the torment when there is nothing but a thin layer of frosty glass under your head serving as a pillow for two consecutive days. His exhausted senses already adapted to the monotonous tapping of raindrops right under his ear, no longer bothering him at all and now the only source of restlessness for him was the endless torrent of thoughts thoughts, which ran like mad after several days of both physical and mental inactivity.It was all to do with Morwenn. Wasn't it? The promotion he went on about, his pride to lead the research unit, his high zest. No, I never wrote a dissertation on protoplas
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