Orphans Awakening (go back »)

If we cut off our heads, our blood would run bright. Our bodies would float without the weight of confusion. Our souls would seek solitude within the marrow of our bones. Glitter would coat our insides. We would taste the air through the glands in our skin, and it would satisfy our greatest philosophical thirsts. The colors would be vibrant. The colors would be loud. They would pierce our ears with their cry. Detached from existence, lost in euphoric consciousness, the public would be untarnished. The heat would be thick, and would make our skin soft. The humidity would be pink, it would would cleanse our deepest desperation. Our voices would ring out into a dream we are all living. Out in my streets of neon serenity, our blood would flood the sidewalks, and stain the pavement with joy. So cut off my head of mythologies, for reality is never real. And though I'll suffer physical pain, my soul will always heal.