Monday, August 12, 2019

Tranquil - Feb. 2019


Abandoned beauty, you ll soon start to fade
Distanced from my dreams, cut like a blade
As time slips away and the crimson smoke rises
From the green lighted water, my emotional crisis
Making no sense to you or any other being,
But oh it makes my weak heart sing
Of a chaos of sensations driven from the ether
Encompassed under all, sweet life give but a bitter
Truth instead of all your alluring, deceitful lies
And I'll trade you for it the print of my eyes. 

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