Lucid.

We are unusual....tragic...and alive.

clarity cannot cradle

confusion of a kind

those who still are waiting

fading over time

bluebells crisp and breaking

bitten like the wind

dancing on the flames

wonders how he sinned

Fancy rejected them

keeping him til last

 a twisted metal kiss

through skin like glass

calmed to a pale ember

though we attempt to...

with regret remember 

such was the connection

it brings a type of sting

though we were eternal

we never knew a thing

mousy muted fur

standing to attention

 hand through hair

a soothed touching tension...

fabricated fate for a thankful few 

 though your heart is breaking

what can he really do?

bear me.. bear me...

Just...

Just

not yet...

a twisted metal kiss....

my skin like glass.

Reviews

[Alicante lullaby]

twisted metal kiss...so full of voice.

[azlamalo]

I lovve it. especially your first two lines

[N/A]

I really like this. The alliteration at the start draws you in to the downward spiral of the first Stanza. I am actually in love with the second stanza, and the title really fits the piece, as in my mind,Lucid is what you say when thinking like this.