20.1.10

Horrour

Noun [C,U] A misspelling changes it not...Sulphur mocking dawn, burning corneas, exhaling maniacal freedom, crying for help in laughter, whilst all deemed impossible parades by the windows...A dark den where the only thing to haunt could be yourself...Those three words you could only wish you had not heard...A sip of Schadenfreude...The voice of the person next to you calmly turning into a fountain of blood and thunder...A smiling vertigo staring at you without contempt, singing your name...Seizures of sounds without arrangement, of words stricken with blunt ideas of longings of liberty and poetry about the epics of one's common life, of tunes without notes and notes without tunes, of placid thoughts of paranoia...A red, intolerant eye watching your sleep...False salt from false tears...Deafness or blindness?...

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