⚘; ashes and stardust

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                  ⚘ ─────────── ꒰ clicky ꒱

         ꒰ 𐀔 ꒱ a voice through the darkness;

                  stunning, electrifying. it floods

                  your veins with liquid fire and

                  sets it alight. a small flame

                  blooms into a blazing inferno.

                  an attempt to consume you in

                  your entirety. in that fleeting

                  moment, the notion of defiance

                  against those flames eludes

                  you. in truth, if only you could

                  summon a single coherent

                  thought through the vice-like

                  grip that elegant voice has on

                  you, that thought would terrify

                  you. surrendering to its sway

                  and scattering into ashes

                  becomes the only path at last.

                  ― • • •

                 

         ꒰ 𐀔 ꒱ it goes beyond a glimmer of

                  relief once you do; it's catharsis.

                  you're graced with an unearthly

                  experience. space and time slip

                  away from your grasp like sand

                  through your fingers as you

                  drink in the velvety sound of the

                  melodies he so exquisitely

                  sings and the sheer weight of

                  the tales he so sincerely tells.

                  being stripped of even the most

                  rudimentary senses, all you can

                  do is brace yourself for the

                  instance you'll open your eyes

                  again and be swept up into the

                  storm he conjures as he deftly

                  weaves a tide of words.

                  ― • • •

         ꒰ 𐀔 ꒱ and then he comes into view; a

                  celestial flare in the dark. an

                  image so ethereal it only serves

                  to fan the scorching fire within

                  you ─ brighter, hotter. amid the

                  turmoil of your thoughts, a

                  hushed whisper unfurls: shatter

                  into stardust and be born anew.

                  his mismatched eyes hold the

                  glow of a starlit sky, staring

                  straight through the stuttering

                  of your heart. the threads of

                  his spell intertwine with the

                  very fabric of your being, take

                  hold of your mind, your fragile

                  heart. he knows. he revels in it.

                  ― • • •

                 

          ꒰ 𐀔 ꒱ crimson lighting crowns every

                  word he lets out, each syllable

                  striking like thunder through a

                  restless sky. he sings and

                  sings ─ unyielding, relentless.

                  his voice is an astral current, a

                  hypnotic surge that refuses to

                  let go. it's like he's made it his

                  sole endeavor to keep you

                  ensnared. you realize that he

                  won't stop until all that's left of

                  you is crackling embers and

                  smoke-kissed air. the pull of his

                  rhythmic rhyming dissolves the

                  final remnants of your control.

                  you lose yourself completely in

                  his hymn about... trains.

                  well, fuck.

                  ― • • •

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I was cringe again. Oops. I started writing this when I watched the very first railway performance, needed to document my feelings. If you caught it in the first paragraph, I had my eyes closed when the song started, wasn't ready to handle the visuals just yet. Anyways. I don't like this chan guy.