I don’t believe in love, not quite, not at all. Despite this, I know I must have loved someone, or something, at some point in this life. ...
Purple lights decorate pale white skies,
Twinkling as phosphenes after a tiring day.
I fear not the darkness, for it has yet to roam,
Live in a state of oblivion with me, today at Dawn
I will be with you and stay forevermore.
Ephemeral happiness will cease to be,
Our hearts may last a thousand years.
Oh helpless whispers of white evening skies;
Can I grow to forget scars imprinted in my mind?
The walls felt to be of acid,
I touched them and my skin began to melt– yet I felt nothing.
The ground between my toes began to grow old;
Boots sinking into to rivers made of gold.
Wings of an angel take my heart into their
Soft pale white hands to concour my fears.
Swim – oh I was born to swim;
My lungs can fill with water but I have gills in my throat.
Nothing can beat me, I fear not –
This riverside is mine.