FEUX Machine
FEUX MACHINE
No self esteem to trust.
watch every step (stark) of his flaws wash away from the surface..
another day to begin, another unchangeable expression..
no deemed reflection /not quite clear....
he's like a scene,so breathtaking in slow motion..
flowing entity
no recollection of one being...
you're my angel that shines beneath the clouds that lifts me upon my ground
every single day that subtle last breath to take in/he last inhaled...
he's undying breath will last ,till someone punctures that part
against its unknowingly will..
its a struggle that he goes through
every single time he apprehends/steps his take?
the thought whether he should continue or recklessly ignore it.
the doubt, the surge sickness in the gut will haunt/have him pulling towards the
evident blackness that he doesn't want to face/fall/swim into.
death is upon us
till the second it strikes, its awaited tick that sends forth an aching sound/tone
times up
His impecable fluid movement creates a subtle impact and crudity tension towards the audience
its captured better in slow motion i'd say,
rather than fast pace which could lead into a diversion of confusion and destruction..breathtakingly beautiful.
Each every bone and muscle of his was made to create an art of movement 'dance'.
He consist of vulnerable innercast but a strong outer image
no different than other people but he's like a breath of fresh air..
so good to inhale but bad to the point it makes people breathless?
is he floating in heaven.
(that versatile look he gives off)