A little poem/song I came up with, the first sort of free flow thing I've done, so I'm interested to see what you think. C4C as normal:


Electric Water
The Stuff of real life
Turns your eyes to rose
How beautiful it is?

How can I be without being clean?
How can I truly exist with out the kick
in the back of the skull, a hit like a brick?
To me the world is an infinite bell
Swinging on the things which make us feel,
It is what we experience that makes us real

If only I could read in to the depths of your mind
Scan it like a book only half worth the effort
Would the rose allow me to see what is there?
Or what I believe should be with static blood
I see the beauty in you, where no one else will
Such a strong thing under a fragile mooned sky

Acidic dreams and creosote flowers fall and burn
In a World where the uniqueness of man is scorned
But it is for the best, when you and I are unperturbed
By the hidden chaos hidden under the greyness of all lives
I experience all those things not intended for us by God
But with Electric Water I can see all that I should not
All I want is for everyone to go to hell...
...It's the last place I was seen before I lost myself

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Last edited by ChemicalFire at Aug 25, 2008,