Through The Abduction Of Our Senses - Poem by David Lacey
Through the abduction of our senses
We are bound, slave within an artificial womb.
No room is there to think as we hogtied,
Suspended from the ceiling in submission.
Hooks piercing our skin blood flows staining
Soft red the skin beneath as euphoria runs
Upon a mellow high - we learn not to try
In kissing the sky as we learn to fry in
Kissing the soul we find projected upon her eyes.
We learn to know what it is to earn our dues
As we are cast into this void of realities abyss.
Pursued by maddening chaos
Here I am lamenting the death of harmonies blissful
Who shall miss us when our laughter no longer echoes amongst the valley?
Will they know what I mean when I say
‘I loved as I love still the way you mould the beauty of my dreams? ’
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