Share me a world with no pain.
Take me to a place hidden from human eye.
Dance with me to the beginning of no memory stain.
I’m embraced by thou waltzing grace.
Do you speak or slither around in my brain?
Hopeless in search while lost in translation.
“To be laconic;
Raising my heartbeat for thou beauty.
When I see you smile I see the define world, not demonic.
without ending emotions I feel harmonic.”
As for the starry nights we will be walking down the dreamy welkin…. And as likely we are we will be wearing our bridge coat. For I try to quote Poe himself I lose my thoughts into his words of the blue note. “From the Hell of the planetary souls?” and ought he touch my bloody throat. He sketches little anecdote as he sails down the river on his rowing boat.
You think I wouldn’t be chuffed? I am releasing the pain that had me handcuffed. Raising my spirits up to the sky as I bluffed. So as they say; while dancing around in my room, thou shall inundate. Walking in a straight line towards my future that has been aligned. Before it falls down and thought to be misstate, we shall not hesitate before we can translate our long lost language dancing flow rate. To debate, or not to catch the bait. While skipping my heart rate I will liquidate.
And his response was surprisingly very laconic, and even as ironic it was he always wanted to be iconic. Leaving his trait behind in his root while being in search for a substitute. Trusting his own leap of faith without a parachute. He said; “close your eyes and shoot!”