Gone (W.I.P)

She shatters the sound barrier
With a silent mouth and detached glass
As the respiratory routine escapes her
It’s time to dissolve from the very time itself

With her iris now pillaging it’s shade
From every other faucet of her surrounding
As the scalp’s flowing red keeps the sunlight
Peeking from the fringe to survey the surrounding
Grasps turn into scuttles
As the portal’s to the gazes overpopulate
There’s no direction to go to incite some relief
This is the reality of the rest of the night henceforth

A̵̯̓ͯ̈́̊ͭͯͩ̀̚Ă̡̹̟͉̫̖̖̗̫̜̓ͦ͜Ā̷̭̙̪̭̪̙̖̔̍͂Ȁ͍̞̦̻̫̪̙͛ͬ́̿ͨ̓̿͛͢͡͞ͅA͒ͤ҉̭͞ͅA̧̡̬͎̬̪̝ͩ̓ͪ̚H̍̐̉̂ͣ́҉̘̲͈̟̺̪Ḧ̵͙̫̤͚̳͈̗̰̜́͂̍̄̂̍͢H̨̏ͯ҉͚͔͖̲̺R̨̩̹̩̅ͤ̊̋̄͂ͥ͝Ŗ̳̩̫ͫ̓̒̊̊͘U̥̱̱̗͉͚̜̯ͫͤͤ̅͛ͪ̉̒Ų̦̩̮͕̗̞͈̼͂̔ͣ́G̙̖͚̦̠̞͙͎̩͐͂̍̐̊̐̈́̚G͍̲͓̝̖̦̺̠̑̿ͨͅH̙̣̰͈̟̫̫̊̔̊̅ͮ̇̆͊͆Hͤ̇ͦ̋̋̚͡͏̝͉A̡̛̳͈͔̘̜̔̓͜Ḁ̫͗͒̊̽͊A̜̬̳̜̲͆ͯͯ͑̂́Ḁ̢͕̤̮̬͛͌͋̇̊ͨͪ̓̋͜ͅA̗̭ͮ̈́̇̔͋ͤ̈̉́͘G͐̈̅̇̚҉̢̗͍̲͕͟H̶̛̭͓̯̦͊̾ͭ̾͊̆́ͅH̴̷̛̹̃ͥ͆̅H̰̪͚͇̟̤̝͚ͣͤ͒̈́̈́ͪ͞Ḫ̗̟̭̇͛̎̏́̚ͅ

She’s gone, gone gone gone
Gone to somewhere beyond comprehension
He tries to follow you with tap water and lexicons
But such things don’t exist where she is now
With shutter eye visionscape
Stitched facial features
As the voids they covet send you straight to hell
A stethoscope prison, a smartphone filter ghetto
Gone gone gone gone gone

And he’s gone gone
Course he did what else would he do?
Why would he appear this time?
With the knowledge to set you free
Course he ain’t bloody here
Gone, gone, as I am too
I can’t return as is
She’ll have to enter stasis again

Sebastian Noël