Azekiel-Horizon;2876266 said:I'm on a head trip,
where I receive salutations from a skeleton
wearing purple sunglasses worth an arm and leg.
I notice, beneath her fashionable shades are empty eye sockets.
that hold hollow emotions
This otherworldly framework, wants my last name.
But a painted woman only brings ill - fame.
They are Chimera's daughter, a blossoming nightmare,
Buried under a square root.
in an imaginary world, out of proportion.
where crimson seas are uneven and women are evil.
making them the perfect escorts to a dark fantasy.
Where this fancy woman wants me.
She is a small pigment of my imagination that gives it all these bad colors.
Making it even worse, that I have been imagining myself with her.........
Great description and thoughts in this piece the vivid imagery of the skeleton and the idea of the shades without eyes etc. Real, real nice, you could make it come alive even more by describing her ghastly movement or whatever, but as it is, it's a really great piece!! Almost feels like it needs a second verse though... like what happens when you imagine yourself with her, where did it take you? Etc.
Is this based on someone in real life and if so, what gives her no soul? No emotion? Is it a case of wanting what you know is bad for you?
Like this piece a lot, Azekiel. Props.
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