adrenalayna
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(A poem from time ago.)
Your eyes scratched my record,
making it skip,
the daylight just bleached it, scribbled to bits.
It brings my destruction, such pleasant defeat
and a darkness de-thaws me, brings your retreat.
Back through your hazels, mingled with black,
nightlights in the orchard, unearthing this flack.
It made such a wormhole right through my mind,
and tore through my memories, blanched and gone blind.
Without my own vision I still know that gaze,
it studies my lungs, constricting their maze.
The needle unsteady, this records last sigh,
the music poured through me, but now it runs dry.
Your eyes scratched my record,
making it skip,
the daylight just bleached it, scribbled to bits.
It brings my destruction, such pleasant defeat
and a darkness de-thaws me, brings your retreat.
Back through your hazels, mingled with black,
nightlights in the orchard, unearthing this flack.
It made such a wormhole right through my mind,
and tore through my memories, blanched and gone blind.
Without my own vision I still know that gaze,
it studies my lungs, constricting their maze.
The needle unsteady, this records last sigh,
the music poured through me, but now it runs dry.
