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This is the colour on the other side of light
Somewhere between purple and infinity
It's dark light, can't-see-with-it light
This is what they use for mysteries
Luminescent, not-there light
Only visible by the glowing
Of ghost-white sheets
It tells you when something isn't true,
For killing disease, turning you into gold
This intangible light whispers things
Secrets about the Universe, and atoms
It's the blood-light, the hunter's friend
It can make softness hard, invisible ink
It burns, divides, heals, protects
This ultraviolet light
Somewhere between purple and infinity
It's dark light, can't-see-with-it light
This is what they use for mysteries
Luminescent, not-there light
Only visible by the glowing
Of ghost-white sheets
It tells you when something isn't true,
For killing disease, turning you into gold
This intangible light whispers things
Secrets about the Universe, and atoms
It's the blood-light, the hunter's friend
It can make softness hard, invisible ink
It burns, divides, heals, protects
This ultraviolet light
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The Walls of Deception
You once pleaded with me to follow you through one of the Doors of Perception, but I didn't want to take that trip. No, I had my happy and successful future all mapped out, and it was supposed to put me on a different plane than the one you were flying high on.
Yet you were the one who landed laughing. My trip ended in a crash. You are still seemingly young and wild and free. The world can remain your oyster, with you as its pearl.
I am trapped here, where I have found myself encircled by walls which themselves are surrounded by trenches and barbed wire. This is a prison of my own making, a hellish price I pay for my deceit, my errors, my n
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Dream Invasion
In the dead of night the culprit stole;
Into your dream to take you whole,
Lacing thoughts with such blight;
Stealing your heart for its own delight.
Within your head it creeps and lurks;
Placed by terror and dark’s deep quirks,
Cold and sharp behind your eyes;
Pouring up in incriminating cries.
The blank of white streams in tears;
Forcing out your primal fears,
Twisted into targeted hate;
It strips you of your chosen fate.
Now you are but to paint the lines;
A story to tell of her crimes,
Prose written in desperate plea;
Unable to hide, unable to flee.
Forever stuck in the cold tide;
A surge which you are forced to ride,
It was but
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8,760 Days of Midnight
Success is not enough, others must be failures.
And once you are the latter, well, what would giants know
Unless they lived the life of it
A mechanical Woman
with a mechanical heart
of a mechanical girl
Who died dreaming she was a Dove
Yeah Mom, this world, it wears you out
Peace is not enough, we just can't have it
The nature of Parasites has plenty of Cake
And The Special Olympics just rolls with it
A mechanical heart
of a mechanical Women
in a mechanical man
Who died dreaming he was a Lion
Yeah, this world, it wears me out
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I feel some science is owed to the reader. UV is used in sunbeds, hence the turning to gold bit. It's used to kill off diseases in food and on objects, it's used to detect blood and in scientific research about space.
You probably already knew all that.
You probably already knew all that.
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This is brilliant!