The Two Lost Souls (To MercuryTaylor & Myself)

I spoke the words with clarity and emphasis on the meaning. No room for misunderstandings here. You've become greater than me, dear friend. Surpassing what I hoped for you, by miles and miles you've soared through the vast spaces of success.

Indeed, a queen of the broken souls, you are.

Yet, I wish to change one thing, my dear friend. Given that I am in a position to make that change. Do we really enjoy this sick, misery which we've come to love?
Do we really believe that shielding from the masses are the right diet for our starved souls in dire need of fuel?

Perhaps, but I do not wish it so.

We'll walk hand in hand, as friends, through the golden wheat covered fields and embrace the warmth of July in a distant country you've never had the pleasure of exploring.

I have, and I know you'll come to love life on the road as much as I do.

We'll lay down in a weird and twisted harmony, as friends not lovers, though sometimes that border will be crossed. Dwell not on that fact, it's my own dream I wish to nurture further in a faint hope of someday waking up beside you and smell the raw surprise off your body when you too wake up and realize, this wasn't all that bad...

Let us now create a different shell to hide in. One of color and warmth. Let us now include the other souls, which already might crave our attention, yet hold back in fear of social retribution from our enemies.

Let us now include the lonely, the hurt and the scared. They too, deserve our wicked sense of humor and the infectious nature of our harmonic yet distorted laughter.

Let us now, find the lost and bring them home...