Subconscious Thoughts

I did this while closing my eyes, and just typing whatever popped in there. The only corrections in this is spelling.

 Sunlight purring her glory down on me.

Systems of pleasure destroying perfection.

Roads of time singing several verses.

A melody frowning judgment against my soul.

Death twinkles smiles at the living, performing tales of normality.

Lucid thoughts fleet away on the clouds.

Bats screeching torment from the day's announcement of life.

Beauty is forgotten, dead, destroyed by his touch.

Fluid lengths of hair flowing down like blood along pale skin.

Seventy-one crows fleeing the hands of the trainer.

Despite heaven, hell rises to consume the thoughts of the righteous.

Only sand has the moisture needed to quench the fire of doom.

But when the aura of sunlight diminishes into dark confines, the rotting corpses of society rises to destroy the unique.

Reviews

[Jason]

This is why I have missed you. Your artistic nature and attention to detail amaze. You grant such beauty through darkness everytime you grab hold of the pen and bleed it onto paper. "Death twinkles smiles at the living, performing tales of normality." How demented and wonderful is this line? The tales of normality being told by death as it smiles. The way your mind works truly paints beauty among paper. Even if the ink it uses is blood....I love it. Wonderfully written, great imagery, great story, painted by a great artist!