Living-Technicolour

I'm a burning ball of ice and debris, that flew through your universe for a few hours, the heat made there melted what ice, collected from other strange worlds, and for once, somone saw who I really was. Sure, I fell in love with the neon and heat, but of it all, you, and of course, all good things never last, as quickly as I came, I had to go back. It has been a while now, since we last spoke, through signals that filled what void was between us; now empty and longing to fill again. One day I know I'll return, with such delight, to the neon and heat, I hope to see you among them, for longer than a night, I hope you'll re

Your touch is like a bolt of lightning, Surging through my body, Leaving me at your mercy. Your breath, upon my neck, is a cool, summer breeze, Sending chills down my spine, While giving me a sense of euphoria. My fingers through your silky hair, Creates a sensation I've never felt before, And leaves me aching for more. Your presence makes me walk on air, Keeping me higher than the clouds, While keeping me grounded withun your arms. Your kiss is a tall glass of Raspberry Lemonade, So sweet and refreshing, Pouring into my soul. So when you close your eyes at night, I hope you taste it too, Because you can bet that i do.

Like gunshots of the past, the rain echoed inside of the battle ridden space that is my skull. What does it mean? As you say... white light fills my retinas... as you say... Where am I? What am I? As pure as you want me to believe. It's blinding! So infinite! The pace of the rain quickened. "tap-tap-tap!" STOP!  Gunshots murder my faux paradise. The vison of a blue car rolling it's placid window obscures my view of the purity. The steady drone of the water pours out of the semi-automatics. FUCK! Your voice reassures me. "Come back to me" it says to me, with the soft feel of silk upon my tattered ear drums. Why? My mind is clouded. My vis

He stood alone in the doorway; the only one who was in the room although he never came in. He never talked to anyone. He was just... there. He would gaze across us, mouth poised as if he were going to say something utterly intelligent. He never did. Alone he stood, and after he got his fill of whatever he came for, he would walk away. At one point he had a name, but no one can seem to recall it. The Gatekeeper. That's what we called him. People would try to come up with what they thought were "clever" passwords. I would hear them giggle as if they were school girls talking about boys. Jackasses I would mutter under my breath as they passed b