Blurry shadows
My past haunts
I’m feeling worst
for the last time
Feeling the present
for the past now
I learn it all
to pass out
Epiphanies lost to
the morning of patterns
and a sunlight
It snows down
on yesterday
Am I in a dream
or a void now?
I forget it all
into the white
Heaven tastes like
chocolate on rotten apples
I hear chandeliers dropping
to make the shadows alive
I smell stardust and
feel the moonlight
I see it all in a glimpse
I experience it all through my senses
and understand it through my intuition
Prisoner of the
past
present and
future
[393] Under The Spell

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