I look up to the long-haired preachers of their kind,
In my vain attempt to comprehend their dialogue - deep as your darkest secret, the person you really are, the one that you hide.
I wrap their creativity around me like the discolouration of my bones,
For I long to activate myself, the one that crystalised through a darkened period of darkest times.
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I wrap their creativity around me like the discolouration of my bones, For I long to activate myself, the one that crystalised through a darkened period of darkest times - this has to be my favourite part of reading this poem and the feeling of such utter comprehension of a mind frozen in abody it doesnt understand, i loved the long haired preachers bit since i couldn't stop thinking of rozz williams ^^