I wish my memory had the power
To retain all the breath-taking scenery
I have seen in my quarter of a century years
But my brain cells are transmuted
They only retain what I feel
Never what I see, hear, smell or touch
My mind is sensationally dysfunctional
It cares not about the outside world
What matter are the colors inside
A constant state of oblivion
Throwing me in the world of my dreams
Reality is shaded
Veiled, under my forgotten reminiscences
Will the colors ever disappear?
SWALLOWTUDE - ROB PLATH - EPIC RITES PRESS - "The dull yellow eye of the creature has opened! SWALLOWTUDE by Rob Plath, featuring exterior and visual appendix by Pablo Vision. EPIC RITES PRESS bega...
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