Mine is a tale as old as time, for I have been here before the rhyme. Before the beginnings of dust and scars, was my energy drifting among the stars. Within the speck of a single thought, the creative will that to life wrought. With thunderous applause by holiest of hands, I was, became; Is, I am. From darkest dawn to piercing set, all that I am, you shan't forget. For this, for you, my story holds true; That what's in store for chosen few, is all that need be carried through. I am not Son, nor holy Lord, but a mirrored image to be restored; To whence I came through Heaven's light, as it shines upon me in dead of night. |
Wouldn't it make only sense for you,
to do what's natural and true...
Please do just, take my heart
Save it from this sinner...
If life went the way we wanted it to, the way that...
If we got all that we believe ourselves deserving...
A keg of rules, filled to belie the fools.
Soon tools to choose: blue mules...
Energizing, sweaty bean juice of delight
How warm and inviting you are to me...
I don't feel comfortable, in my own skin
I'd attempt to rip it off...
Hugs are the healers of heavy hearts. |
All things conceivable, are possible; Provided that there is the willpower to act as needed. |
Death may be certain, but agony is not. |