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DREAMSCAPE : PAVLOV

Cold�
This cold that bites my face
There is a figure in the distance
Like the singularity of a supernova
I am drawn viciously towards it

I enter�

Dust swept from the floor by my footsteps
Creaking of the door by the bookshelf
She reflects the light of my intent
Her tenebrous eyes with bluish tint

They unchain and enslave all at once�

And�
I fall�

Vision is removed
Only dark remains
Dread is imbued
By her words, I�m tamed

But do I want this?
Or do I need it?

A feather caught in the grasp of emotion
Yet stolen, so hastily, away
By the breeze, forever out of my reach
And I am forever stagnant, submissive
Apathetic�

Silence became of the world between us
Colour ceased to exist outside my lust
She was eternal like the effulgent moon
Across fields glittering with morning dew
And I was powerless against her tidal charm
So skillfully did she, my aegis, disarm
I am drained of what remains of heat
For her to stay forever, I bleed�

My heart becomes thunderous
Cognizance slips between the beats
Oscillating between primal fear
And pure ecstasy
Drunk of endorphins
I drink it, I enjoy it
The kiss of death�

Erase me�