patches dean {d5} cb, fin

[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

 
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^{PATCHES DEAN
FIFTEEN
FIVE
SECOND CB FROM RATMAS}

I call Five my home,
But each breath turns my heart a shade of chrome
So now I bleed a darkness that is hard to love,
Because my body is stained with chemicals that rain down from above

(We have that fog here. It makes me look and feel dirty.)

And I’m addicted to my book,
So my eyes sold their shine for a sorrier look
Looking at the world in colour feels like a memory,
Because every illumination has been tainted by treachery

(I'm constantly staring at pen and paper, seeing only black and white.
I just love to write.)

But looking at you changes my perspective,
My eyes light up once more and become so electric,
The chrome in my heart is polished and perfected
For I’m lost in the kaleidoscope that your body has projected

(Sometimes you meet that one person who makes you feel perfect,
even when you know that you are not.)

When I’m with you
I feel a red flame burning
And it stops my dull heart hurting
For a moment, I am iridescent
But
When I’m with you
The light just isn’t my reality,
It shines only from your fantasy
My spectrum is a life sentence

(It's a reference to how it feels to have a locked up dad.
People make assumptions. I don't like that.)

I know that the sun can’t lie,
But the grey gold makes me feel blue like a blazing sky
Living my life was once a visionary experience,
Because the future was bright and it was completely ethereal

(I guess that's just what happens,
when you realise you are missing something—someone.)

But looking at you changes my position,
My mind blooms open and it’s a prismatic transition,
Feelings start to glow and hit the ignition,
Making me a rainbow has become your mission

(The boy makes me forget, though. I like it. He makes me feel good.)

I see the entire sky extend from your eyes
The depth is cosmic and the colour is hypnotic,
I’m not the same, I must apologise

(I'm not sure why he says he loves me. He's everything and I'm the opposite.
I feel like nothing.)

I wish that I could kiss those astral lips
But I’m far too hurting to be deserving,
For you are a world of colour and I am an eclipse

(Too bad for his good love, I'm convinced.)

[sbeeg]