He beckons from across the languid room, eyes wild like
I can almost see shimmering faery
As I recline on moss
But
Snow, and drugs that make every visage angelic!
Then came my
The sky draped itself face-down
A pacifying hood
Greyous in any way
And
NEVER once he knew what war
I keep the hour vicious
Used
A walk to Heaven isn't any better
With legions' fresh ascent
First
"Let this cup of suffering pass from me
Every tear shall
An electric current binds us together forever
I am a memory
What upon the naked shore is this key?
All briny, yes,
Curse the night I was born, as I beheld,
Springeth he
Life means more since I stopped thinking
Life means more because
As I hover in that dream-haze between sleep and reality
I
The rolling tide of a sea gone mad whispers in
The waves speak quietly to me
When the tempest sleeps deep
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