ᎽᏫᏌ'RᏋ ᏣᏫᏝᏫᏌRᏐᏁG MᎽ WᏐᏁD

You're colouring my wind as you pass by. You're stumbling around with your head hanging down, biting your fingernails with a look of paranoia. Those streetlights are reflecting beautiful shimmering in your black leather, and your wellworn shoes are caughing dust. Your breath is disturbing yet surreal. Together we visited the parallel worlds and flew into other dimentions. My brain is burning up. Black fur and wings were rapped around the rainbow and clear diamonds are still sparkling in the air of your search for freedom and serenity. Your teeth are no longer white from all the drinking of dark, red wine. The night is cold and noisy and your free hand is waving as if to scare those bloodthirsty demons away. My mouth is dry and my throat is whisteling of each and every breath I take. We're spotting a fat woman posing as a dead fish while one fly is crawling through her nostrils. It made you vomit, and then you became completely numb. A leg had been separated from her body. You giggled. I felt blood hanging from my lip, you licked it up and looked rather exhausted. I'm numb from the neck down and way too tired to dig myself out of the sand. A thick fog gathered inside of your damaged brain. The detailed holes in the wall appeared to be eyes, revising you from head to toe. The dancing spider are transmitting red meat from a unavailable source of sorrow. You claimed the sun was singing you a melody and I'm still trying desperately to balance the reality from the surreal. I fell.