KALOPSIA






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(n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

KALOPSIA

I am not

Although the gods

Although the gods have sucked life out of the city,

Although the gods have sucked life out of the city, and smashed coruscant dreams

Although the gods have sucked life out of the city, and smashed coruscant dreams to forgotten dust,

I am not

The glass is not

Desecrated, yes-

Desecrated, yes- to the point it wishes

Desecrated, yes- to the point it wishes to be shattered and forgiven

Desecrated, yes- to the point it wishes to be shattered and forgiven on the floor of reality.

Although cracked glass cannot cry,

The glass is not

Time is not

It absconds

It absconds like a winged thief,

It absconds like a winged thief, my dreams in its hands.

Although I let it wash me away,

Although I let it wash me away, and wreck me

Although I let it wash me away, and wreck me on future’s shore,

Time is not

Why can’t I ?

Away from these translucent hearts,

Away from these translucent hearts, these zombified hands

Away from these translucent hearts, these zombified hands that rub the salt of happiness

Away from these translucent hearts, these zombified hands that rub the salt of happiness on my skinless soul.

You probably won’t hear my beauty-trapped wails.

Although my bones haven’t yet hollowed,

Although my bones haven’t yet hollowed, and the road still calls my name,

I cannot

Who will I save?

Who will I be saved by?

Seconds don’t regrow, delusions do.

- soulstitch

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