Washing my Brain

Washing my Brain

A Poem by KaleidoscopetheYoung

Such beautiful faces hover over my peculiar expression. Conclusion has determined such sweet melodies I could taste. I'm alive. Elaborate eyes lost in a tranquilized mind. A romance so pure. This shall carry to death in question. Vibrations soften this ticker. Scraping images I cannot have. Wash me numb and lay me apart to bleed your forgotten tears. My ears hear chaos, but my choice of listening tells the truth. Computerized speech is cycled and loathed. A scent more than ripe shines light to flawless twirls. Think not of this being over, for you have just begun. Blended thoughts of feminine mishaps. I search for my one as you blast me vividly once again. It is you I no longer search for. You have found me. All has shown not quite. Though, are you ready? Appointed you speak, but counterfeit has got you tied. Glass is your image and fooled I be. Blue skies are your hell scorching our atmosphere. Bring me pale moonlight and join this dance with not only I, but the devil. Think not of this being over, for it is I who just begun.

© 2014 KaleidoscopetheYoung

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Added on December 1, 2014
Last Updated on December 1, 2014




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