Counterfeit Allure

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A lost soul, searching.

Submitted: November 25, 2013

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Submitted: November 25, 2013



It’s the moment

The moment when everything changes

When things are no longer exactly how they were before

When questions and answers are laid out before the only two people that matter


The only two people that matter.

Dangerously so.

Why is it all danger?

Why isn't this safe?


Blue- protected,secure, light, beautiful

Purple- apprehensive,perilous, not dark, electrifying


Purple Skies,set ablaze against Blue Mountains.

Darkness shines. Darkness radiates. Darkness envelopes.

Choking,pulsing, forcing, burning.

But it’s all they need.


Blue Skies, captivate against Purple Mountains.

Light catches.Light suffocates. Light paints.

Shining brighter, cutting deeper, sowing something more sinister.


Combusts. Smoulders. Glows.

“Try it again.”

“[He] can’t.”


Butterflies awaken.

Razor-sharp wings graze delicate walls,

As an eternal dance grows.


Allegorical blood pools in an existential soul;

Cracked and almost broken

Chipped,dripping thick, warm liquid into an empty heart.

Drowning,suffocating, constricting.


“When does it stop?”


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