23.00 11.04.13.
oh God the build up
i grip the chair with fear
the lights blazing right through me
laced with the darkness of the pit
i put my head through the window
which made things worse
i feel sea sick and drained like a gutted fish
the suspense waiting for the gunman to shoot around the corner
and you must jump in slow motion like a dream
into the unknown terror
everything is alright thats the problem ... and
after i lept i danced like a balloon
my parachute shot up ...
caught up in the wind
of insane rapture
alien light and energy with a new face
a face i had yet to see
wherever it was i had got there
trippy lava swirling
the air in great waves of colour
and flashing strobes
Moksha the impossible ... if i
go with the currant
like the flesh is stripped away
to reveal the bodies of light
the bones and shit and all
© Lizarikk
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