Krissy Disillusion - Hunter

It is inside the vanilla coating of sky
faltering insignias opening like petals in my mind.
The autumn, so vacant;
falling under the inside,
suffocating garish green.

A sweet calm
(finally without drugs)
letting the sadness bead on flesh,
run down my arms.
Maiden of silver
foxy glow,
smoldering inside a white hot shell.

Your steel beckons.
I lay complete.
Foundering rage, steamy kettles of my porcelain tears.
This sad sickly sweet, doe-eyed mad in the dark.
This girl is a love song
gone all wrong.
The lyric unfinished,
syntax sloppy and subdued.

We are stepping on happy,
stomping on the faces that can still bear to smile.
Tangled in the respite,
dangling from the summit-
there is real life and then there is this...
Owned by the prophecy of the by gone,
mind stutters, feet dance to the tune.
Give.me.more.melody.

Brisk openings,
doorways into this rough skin;
a mindless trek through death and ash.
Harder it becomes,
you become,
we become.
We hunt souls,
beloved, enslaved.
Exhale existence,
exhale.

Krissy Disillusion

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