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Fapstronaut
The squares stay in the same place
All the time, but the colours change.
When the colours change, the mood
Changes and the meaning changes.
Figures and shapes swim across
The glass but, in reality, they are just
Blocks of colour which flash
Like a city of lights behind the window.
In the city of lights, the candles flicker
Through the mazing streets and corridors.
And each candle burns away a leaf which
Provides light for the ground men walk.
The candles are not warm. They are
Cold, circles of brightness, that dim
The light behind your eyes and
Suffocate, a writhing nest of snakes.
There are people, constricted, sitting
With the curtains closed, the only light
Is the darkness of the candle.
And the candle dances.
Peering into the candle, they see
A hope that isn’t there. There was a
Dove, strangled, helpless in the
Coils of the serpent.
Turned away from the outside.
Looking for truth and instead
Seeing toys in a fantasy that
They cannot live themselves.
The dove has died. It wanted to
Fly and reveal a white slice of
The moon. Peace has come
To those who have found it.
Truth has discovered the ones
Who opened the curtains, the
Windows and their hearts.
And flew to join the moon in the dark sky.
I wrote this guys: i hope it helps you see something you didn't
I am failing now and I need something to push me through.
I haven't given up.
All the time, but the colours change.
When the colours change, the mood
Changes and the meaning changes.
Figures and shapes swim across
The glass but, in reality, they are just
Blocks of colour which flash
Like a city of lights behind the window.
In the city of lights, the candles flicker
Through the mazing streets and corridors.
And each candle burns away a leaf which
Provides light for the ground men walk.
The candles are not warm. They are
Cold, circles of brightness, that dim
The light behind your eyes and
Suffocate, a writhing nest of snakes.
There are people, constricted, sitting
With the curtains closed, the only light
Is the darkness of the candle.
And the candle dances.
Peering into the candle, they see
A hope that isn’t there. There was a
Dove, strangled, helpless in the
Coils of the serpent.
Turned away from the outside.
Looking for truth and instead
Seeing toys in a fantasy that
They cannot live themselves.
The dove has died. It wanted to
Fly and reveal a white slice of
The moon. Peace has come
To those who have found it.
Truth has discovered the ones
Who opened the curtains, the
Windows and their hearts.
And flew to join the moon in the dark sky.
I wrote this guys: i hope it helps you see something you didn't
I am failing now and I need something to push me through.
I haven't given up.