There is an unknown spectre in the confines of my psyche.
Emitting light like fingers of lace-- of pure iridescent hues.
Upon the event, would it be foolish to question ?
Would I be ruining the opportunity to freefall into my break of peace ?
There is no other feeling that opposes.
Except the one the strikes when it is time for the decision to be precise.
I shouldn't need a reason. Not now.
When have I come to conclude any less ?
I am not afraid of the approach.
Perhaps even the game that lightly intertwines.
It was neither too steep nor too narrow to determine without hesitation.
I have yet to even choose which to confide in.
Will you lead me there ?
All I can say, is that this ride home leads anywhere but.
So even with the missing windows--
I can still find a crack in the air.
Because emotions mist into the oxygen we breath--
Perhaps why I can taste the pensive delight.
They are translucent but remain thick despite our words.
Forever remaining in the atmosphere and even you can't deny.
Nonetheless, if this ride ends short on our way--
Even if we're left for the burials--
I promise to lead you on the right path,
and never half way.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Tue Aug 25, 2009 @ 07:17am · 0 Comments |
