Powdery white
hidden from sunlight
left in a dark space
waiting to leave this place
outside are the bands
inside monies change hands
and the crystals of white
still don't touch light
but leave the room,
the tomb of gloom
the buyer holds fast
to the package of glass,
escapes into the night
with the package of white
But now light flash red,
and the locals all fled
but the maker was found,
he was flung to the ground,
taken away that night,
so that he will never again cook, powdery white
Powdery white
hidden from sunlight
left in a dark space
waiting to leave this place
outside are the bands
inside monies change hands
and the crystals of white
still don't touch light
but leave the room,
the tomb of gloom
the buyer holds fast
to the package of glass,
escapes into the night
with the package of white
But now light flash red,
and the locals all fled
but the maker was found,
he was flung to the ground,
taken away that night,
so that he will never again cook, powdery white
i find myself in all the... by lackingrealism, literature
Literature
i find myself in all the...
it's so much more tangible when your breath is pressed against
my lips.
but I've picked them off of my body;
I don't need the love you have.
((that powerful, passionate, palpable substance infecting your demeanor))
I can see her in your walk.
I want to see me in your mirror.
Knowledge is power
but I don't want to know.
Still, he stays.
Everyone abandons us
and I clench to him,
afraid of being alone.
"I want to go."
"Not yet."
Never yet.
His hunger to know
seemed innocent
at first.
I indulged it,
not realising the
darkness it would
lead me to.
"I... I don't care."
"But I do."
Things crawl
around our feet
taking away
what has been
left behind.
I clench mine
to my chest.
"Please."
"Soon."
In the darkness,
I never win.
He always stays
till the end of the credits.