Amethyst View[]
The violet crystals trickle in my face
after I dug them up
from the crab-apple
chasms
underground.
The rock's energetic lust
rampages through my mind,
crossing reality's obviousness,
until it merges inner outsides.
My new stone blackened eyes,
I see through agony sights,
are burning with darkness.
I see through blinding souls.
It's but a dazzling flash,
trickling utter morbid waves,
dancing, illusionary covering,
the amethyst view.