Wrestling with the most beautiful of demons. Soft, earthly, sultry. A dialog with an hallucination. The intimate exchange of visions and shadow play. The scars are a stain which will never fade much more than they already have. Bite into me, tear away at my flesh. Pierce my skin and set the fires which have already been burning forever. I am awake, and feel certain that I have lost this battle, perhaps the war itself. So let it fade. I let it fade. And yet, nothing fades. No amount of time would make a bit of difference. There is no reconciliation with demons, nor is there conciliation required with angels. It’s in the sky, it’s in the trees, it’s in the streaming wisps of fog as they whip through me, tearing me apart, leaving me undone. Let your hair grow, pull it up when you need to feel free, save it for me.
Fade into you by Mazzy Star
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wonderful reading your words and listening to lush tone of mazzy star made my afternoon