And the Startide is Rising, my eyes fill with wonder
Diving through their clusters I dive in waters, still deep
I seek, the thief of always as you have been, disappointment
thunders
Maybe there’s an after if only, you’d slow down as my
heart shrinks faster
In a vortex of myths,
I don’t know what to believe
In
Hephaistos tinkering to metal, mechanical take on,
God of fire, you said I might strike a blaze,
Then let your body be the volcano I can melt in, my sight’s
a haze
Out of your soul, artisan of weaponry, master of armors
Keep going, I’m slowing down as my heart shrinks faster
Out of my love, palpitations abound while you blast
Her memory on repeat, subwoofer roars, in bottomless pits I sink.
And you still
reek of red accents in lies, complaining about invisible ties
Worry not I’ll
hide, I’ll focus on my own, as the thunder rolls
While the sky
gets grayer, clouds blanket the sky while my sorrow patrols
Lost memories of our
souls…at the end of
order and chaos
The sight of you still builds cranes for my heart, as Athos
Felt for Mary,
Laughing Scarecrow, prepare to gather the ash of my bones,
I can’t reach you, I failed, I seem to grow weary.
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