Synthetic

Published by J.P.Clyde in the blog Locket in my Pocket. Views: 143

I only remember the
fleeting feeling of dying
I only remember the strange buzzing
high

Colors and dreams emotions
seemed to plague me as I died
But it was more like dreaming
than anything else

More dreaming these colors
it was black and it was like
I was asleep as if I'd stay
asleep forever

I crave this feeling
It's like I crave this fleeting
feeling
The feeling of slipping
through the confines of my own
mind

I require synthetic love
to go to bed at night
to simulate this feeling of
death before I live again

I require, crave, constantly strive
to feel the feeling of
rebirth again

These dreams
Emotions formed in the waves
of colors

This synthetic dream
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