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living
life through a wire, communicating without a face when are you smiling ? slicing through time without a pace (faceless sillhouette staring at a yellow grin) reality is no longer a perception, and no more sorely needed the sun and moon are just artifacts of a long lost nation (looking through the window, trying to put together another layer) not being able to feel and touch ... does it make you incompatible with beauty ? you probably won't see it anymore deaf, mute and blind in a daze of... escape your third, open your eyes blast the doors of perception and enter a world within worlds make it spin (apocalyptic hits on a ronin keyboard) an angel with mechanic wings will die trying white wings with mechanical ballast will die surviving and doesn't matter for the time that's left (at a glance, the silent humming noise comes to rest...) |