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myOtaku.com: Sora Yuri


Friday, July 8, 2005

   Silent chaos, Noisome mind
What kind of silence is this? My skull cracking open in slow motion on this dank wrought iron nothingness. Does light and shade obscure something lethal where their edges bleed together? Leaking unto a plain of transcending limbo; retrospective jungle tangling itself into the meat in my skull throught its' wounded exterior. Into the city built on a foundation of dreams, into a hillside of pulsing flesh; steeping from the soft permeable layers a brilliant crimson. Draining this essence through the grey fray that within it hides the melded halves of an extistance known only as oblivion. Lunacy takes hold with its long spiraling grey roots, strangling the nerve endings deep beneath the city of Introspection. An aching earthquake ensues by means of the grey pouring through the rough aperture in the city's exosphere, that which contains all cognition and keeps it safe, lending the city an oppressive hue. A tempest of insanity, the venerable malignance of chaos opening wide the hole in my sanity. I whorl about in a paranoid panic, losing my breath in a place without air and breathing in the colour of the forgotten prospectives. Taking me far from reality and littering me over a trillion planes of being. From which I fall on into boiling self hatred. My eyes open and I realize that this was very real. Dreams are just another facet to ones own reality, a piece that gives you different eyes to look through. It is all very much a part of you, making it as real as you are. Good-night.

-Sparkles-

P.S. You should note the extremely happy smiley. His acuracy is impecable.
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