I had to be...
Viridian swirls of mist that quotes Camus.
I can feel my family pulling me towards them, fighting for dominance. My sister catching my heart and wrenching it, my other filling it with desire for the man I once loved. I can feel my brother's unseeing eyes upon me seeing my future, seeing my past making me relive it all. I can feel my sister's cold embrace drawing me closer to her hands and to the end. I can feel my lost brothers bristly kiss on my cheeks pulling me back as they all fight for me. I can feel Dream slipping into my realm, I can hear his tumulus thoughts, can taste the lack of hope on his lips and I can see him changing.
Rubbery flesh taut as its hair is shaven off.
And it hurts, it hurts to be pulled each way by my family as well by my own constraints. I am Delirium and it hurts to be in so much control of my own thoughts. I... I know I won't be in control for much longer, I'm not strong enough to resist them. I was once, Delight, and even then I was not much for controlling myself nor my thoughts. I caused experiences of joy was constantly happy for no real reason, I was delighted with the world and the stars. I was still as much of a changeling as I am now.
A fish man hurting me till I burrow down deep inside.
I do not know who I become when I "pull myself together" to quote Desire. I just know I stop changing, I am no longer in a permanent state of flux. I am just whole, unsullied, still. I think that's why it also hurts, perhaps I am not even a member of the Endless perhaps I am something else. Maybe that's why I see people who aren't there. They are real though, or as real as any of us are but they aren't seen. They are unseen, unknown, always.
The bright lights of the stage screaming blood at its performers- at its captors.
I wish they could see them, maybe they would stop pulling me, maybe then I would realise who I am and remember. I'd like to remember. The pressure to dissolve into many shapes is unbearable and I will go again. Go back to my "normal" state and they will ignore me again and I will be alone. Alone.
And she dances in a pool of vitreous humor that came from all seeing violet eyes.
"Delirium?"
"It's still me."
"But...?"
"If you're going to fall apart then one of us has to keep this thing going. Please Get Up. I don't know how much longer I can be like this. It hurts very muchly."
"Your eyes are the same color."
"So? I can do that. I can do that if I have to."
A sea of multicoloured butterflies flutter erratically all trying to get to the flame. All flames burn baby, all flames burn.
"I had to... I had to be... It hurt."
Viridian swirls of mist that quotes Camus.
I can feel my family pulling me towards them, fighting for dominance. My sister catching my heart and wrenching it, my other filling it with desire for the man I once loved. I can feel my brother's unseeing eyes upon me seeing my future, seeing my past making me relive it all. I can feel my sister's cold embrace drawing me closer to her hands and to the end. I can feel my lost brothers bristly kiss on my cheeks pulling me back as they all fight for me. I can feel Dream slipping into my realm, I can hear his tumulus thoughts, can taste the lack of hope on his lips and I can see him changing.
Rubbery flesh taut as its hair is shaven off.
And it hurts, it hurts to be pulled each way by my family as well by my own constraints. I am Delirium and it hurts to be in so much control of my own thoughts. I... I know I won't be in control for much longer, I'm not strong enough to resist them. I was once, Delight, and even then I was not much for controlling myself nor my thoughts. I caused experiences of joy was constantly happy for no real reason, I was delighted with the world and the stars. I was still as much of a changeling as I am now.
A fish man hurting me till I burrow down deep inside.
I do not know who I become when I "pull myself together" to quote Desire. I just know I stop changing, I am no longer in a permanent state of flux. I am just whole, unsullied, still. I think that's why it also hurts, perhaps I am not even a member of the Endless perhaps I am something else. Maybe that's why I see people who aren't there. They are real though, or as real as any of us are but they aren't seen. They are unseen, unknown, always.
The bright lights of the stage screaming blood at its performers- at its captors.
I wish they could see them, maybe they would stop pulling me, maybe then I would realise who I am and remember. I'd like to remember. The pressure to dissolve into many shapes is unbearable and I will go again. Go back to my "normal" state and they will ignore me again and I will be alone. Alone.
And she dances in a pool of vitreous humor that came from all seeing violet eyes.
"Delirium?"
"It's still me."
"But...?"
"If you're going to fall apart then one of us has to keep this thing going. Please Get Up. I don't know how much longer I can be like this. It hurts very muchly."
"Your eyes are the same color."
"So? I can do that. I can do that if I have to."
A sea of multicoloured butterflies flutter erratically all trying to get to the flame. All flames burn baby, all flames burn.
"I had to... I had to be... It hurt."
