running out of time

(anything goes in here yeah?)

A disturbing picture left in the basement, depiction; in meaning from description, a cord to hang by, tilting toward the suitcase full of thing - a stain of powder, a fire fly flying round her - she looked so beautiful today.
Swelling to insist "death by magnetic fridge" my last chance grasp condition, I understand the infamous lied about the treasure they stole from us - well now, they're welcome to bury it.
And then the morning brings sun, a replacement from being none - "I've lost myself again, looks are familiar, but can't quite remember the name" - stepping lightly through my dream, there's a place, so it would seem, where the lady from the picture can hover.

and now into a tower with a lift..

interesting read -- now whats it from???
or is this a guessing game???

nice poetic flow, nonetheless

cheers
heathrowe