lost inside your void
I screamed till I cried but yet
I don't want to leave
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lost inside your void
I screamed till I cried but yet
I don't want to leave
I don't want to leave,
but in a place unwanted
Exile to be sure.
exile to be sure
heaven has no room for me
and peace eluded me
and peace eluded me
but I kept searching for it
persevering on
Persevering on
Versifying perception
Time to close my eyes
time to close my eyes
to dream the ultimate dream
go out with a bang
Go out with a bang
make an impression tonight
a legend is made
A legend is made
forged in the glass of your heart
shatter the world
shatter the world
destroy the foundations laid
terrestrial ball
terrestrial ball
royals, knights, in satin veils
dancing Debussy
Dancing Debussy
another night's events missed
because I'm only ten
Too young for the snow.
that old broken-smiled crone
laughing in the wind
Laughing in the wind.
Slick smirk across your pale face.
I know you're crying.
I know you're crying
Your skin quivers, your bones shake
Whirlpools in your mind
Whirlpools in your mind,
exploring and creating.
Shh, they might hear you.
Shh, they might hear you
Let's play quietly
Like two little mice
Like two little mice,
creeping into the brown box.
Nope, it is taken.
Nope, it is taken.
Unmarried but not single
Bonded in the mind
Bonded in the mind
Two brains connecting - apart
Thus not in the flesh
Thus not in the flesh
Therefore then outside the flesh?
Maybe all is flesh.
Maybe all is flesh
that distract me from my goal
but it looks so good
But it looks so good
The smell - reminiscent
The forbidden fruit
The forbidden fruit,
cerise tongues of fire flaunt
the colors of ripe
the Colors of Ripe
uncatchable to the eye
Existing for us
Existing for us
this here realm is clearly formed
with everything
with everything
comes another, as death brings
the scent of almonds
The scent of almonds
Not bearable anymore
Not since you are gone
not since you are gone
I have not moved or eaten
I've turned into stone
I've stoned into stone
Thought I to be able to
Take Medusa's head...
Take Medusa's head.
Add French writer's sweat. Simmer.
Gorgonzola Soup.
:lol::smilielol5:
Gorgonzola soup
simmering in an iron pot
over hot lava
over hot lava
green wicked one, I'll serve you
to mine enemy
To mine enemy
forgetting is not allowed
who lives in hate
Who lives in hate
I don't believe in fate, though
Blame it on the moon
blame it on the moon
it can't be my transgression
that our worlds collide
That our worlds collide
A fact I will not accept
I push you away
I push you away
but you're back time and again
inseparable...
Inseperable,
Every rip lets it stay.
This is so sticky.
"This is so sticky,"
the fly says, thrashing madly.
Death is approaching.