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The bones are broken and resolution has been had. Except... Just.... A ghostwhisper in my head (did you hear them too, did you do you) saying you never know until the end. But this. Is. The. End. Dissolution and the sweetly burning smell of chemicals dying in the air. You loved them, garish nightmare plants smiling Technicolor deathmask grins, as much as I need you to live.
I am crying acid tears for you, trapped in crystallized time. What do they make me see? Dreams, more dreams, butterflies like the ones that used to drip from your fingertips. Seeing everything through the hi-res clarity of hallucination, everything is a dream. I can taste the sunlight that never was, flying higher than a kite and you and all your friends, small-town pieces. Why did you do this was waking up too much pain what smiling spangled devil took your soul and left broken needles and cracked mirrors.
Where are you now, who are you now? All your ideas are gone now. I am the keeper of the butterflies. It's so tempting to get lost in that hydroponic jungle chasing one of them down. Without the ability to rise, might as well choose when where how to fall. What were you thinking right before....? It doesn't matter now; they've eaten away your mind and now all that's left is a smokeshadow in the memories of Us. You chose the ruins, cooked up in a basement from battery acid and hatred, and now the only choice we have is to keep on plodding through it, stumbling over your sublime complications. I can't think of you as an ex-person so why did you let them take you over with their pointed little teeth the color of cocaine. Breaking it down to the smallest increments, we all miss you.