A blood curdling noise ices my veins
as I felt sharp fangs rip out my brains...
as nightfall comes and so I dream
my sleep beholds a vivid scene...
Over a yawning-morning-city,
birds stretched across...
It folds and swells and curves,
this form I wear...
.
Trouble was in the fusty air...
Hush now little pony,
Don't you cry or fret...
Imagine being in alternate reality
Where everything is distorted...
I'm the dark cloud behind the poets
That nameless name nobody knows...
I'm a poet on the piano
And an aegis hollow dreamer...
Pitiful Maya, hunted by the Heavenly Host:
proclaimed Tyrant who defy Heaven's Will...
On the top of the highest glass skyscraper
He let me see the world, its beauty and its wonder...
I almost missed you!
I knew I should have aimed towards your heart...