They scour our kingdom, the searing scent of spent gunpowder, erecting their stone towers, and hiding inside them like cowards. These are your final hours. Imagine the forgotten spring's flower and endless afternoon rain showers. May your flesh grant power, May our enemies be devoured.
She's always so articulate, her voice: my favorite instrument, never a hint of dissonance no matter the predicament. Her iris exhausts the infinite and her mind mirrors her magnificence. Her smile is brilliant and not so innocent. Her touch: unrivaled among stimulants, unable to be simulated, deeper than the definition of 'intimate', and I am the content participant.
They can all sit and rot, trying to tell me that I am what I am not. Shut me out; I see all of these bridges they built burning down to the ground in my thoughts. Shut your mouth; my cup of coffee accompanied by the authors of every petty plot. Close my eyes; your smirk is still a picture that's been permanently etched beneath my eyelids. I know I can't forget and so I don't try it. Stranded on a glass island, in solitude I can imagine (What's waiting there?) what lies behind your iris. (What's waiting there?) Tongues dripping with violence, your cherry blossom breath seeps like cyanide, perfume my skin. And I hear your whisper, "Will you let me in?" and this is my answer, "The door's been wide open, when can we begin?"
I don't know how to prove to you that there is so much you can do. Words are just words, even inherent truths. I'm still a nobody standing next to you. Guess I've gotta grow then, found my old roots. I'll level up, my love, I don't mind the grind. I'll level up my love, for us I'll make the time. I'll level up, my love, we can walk inside our minds. I think that we can agree: Life is like an RPG but solo play's no way to be. Maybe I could join your party? I hate heights but I can climb the digital mountain that would divide us, just because I've never seen a light like yours and I want you to see what it sounds like to me when I hear your voice, maybe floating castles made of turquoise? I'll level up, my love, I don't mind the grind. I'll level up my love, for us I'll make the time. I'll level up, my love, we can walk inside our minds. I think that we can agree: Life is like an RPG but solo play's no way to be. Maybe I could join your party?
Fashioning my last fang into a skeleton key to split this frozen sea; your depths of endless degrees. Distant dreamer, melting in a fever. I can still see her in my golden mirror. Study your subtle idiosyncrasies, Pocket your secrets like a thief, and pen this page with fingers that bleed. Distant dreamer, melting in a fever. I can still see her in my golden mirror. Circle of statues. This story is our secret rendezvous. I see now that I was wrong to leave you. The words from my pen: a writhing tattoo. Carve that lesson deep and we start anew. Chip away the scabs that we have accrued. I won't leave my bed for something less than fairy tale romance. Call this abstract art? I will rip you apart. No charts, no stars, but I will find your heart; manual restart. Distant dreamer, melting in a fever. I can still see her in my golden mirror. I am the storm that swallows midnight suns. Boiling black clouds: my deluge begun. Sweeping swirling cyclone Cast aside the known for dulcet sounds of silence, for tender technicolor tones.
Andante, andante, Bringer of the day... I followed your footsteps Wayward of the icy wastes, through the frozen forests, to meet at the mirror lake. I said, "Your sound is sweet release. A smile on your face is all I need to see. You know I aim to please; you're the only one for me." Andante, andante, Bringer of the day... South along the sunken shore, sailing past the isles of glass erupting from the sea floor; reminders of a time no more. And she said, "Are you really so sure? Ethereal allure, your thoughts I obscure. My heart was inured, You will not find a cure." Andante, andante, Bringer of the day... So color me entranced, Through my dreams you dance, across emerald meadows, your dress dyed by a rainbow. And I said, "It's too late now, can't go back to life inside a flashback. I'm building us a bonfire from a feeling you inspired. You are the one I admire." Andante, andante, Bringer of the day... Now we can chase the moon, soar across those silent summits all with wings you wrought from these lonesome thoughts.
Adjacent rooms in the glass aviary. I put my ear to the wall, I took to your call. Couldn't see your face and I loved your taste. Like a blueberry, bright and bitter. Descending into the depths of the dungeon. Endless eternity embraces everything. We were both their prisoners (Manacled, tarred, and feathered!) Before we bled red blood of victors. (Carved out our inhibitors!) Can we be our own co-conspiracy? (Consider this my signature!) We can push the perimeter. (Conquer the contributors!) This story is a library where I want to live. I'll break down the walls just to await your call. My name is the Prisoner, Freedom is my song! Point out foes before me, I will make them crawl.
I ran out of stones for my poems and so you rolled a saving throw. Deliver the blow, overlord overthrown, thrashing the throne, disassemble the drones. Illuminate the unknown, obfuscate what I know. Why fly all alone? Captain to co-pilot, do we know the way home? This verse is my cologne: never leave you hanging like a dial tone. I see sly eyes flashing those sapphire stand-ins but you know I know the emerald hill zone. Catch me at the top, the last one standing. Chessmaster, we've known since long ago; playing pieces carved from bones of fallen foes. Let me take my seat across from you again. Tell me what do you do think of your old friend? Make your move and then we'll know how deep this burrow can go. You can be the Queen to my Alice. This love is a half-step between obsession and malice. It's all in the games that we choose to play. It's all in the words and phrases we say. It's the way you chase the night into day using all of your your magic spells and swordplay.
Curtain call! Axe to fall! The burden of all! Make me feel small! Just what is the point of this? I can't seem to unball my fists! The light bulb is an exorcist, My mind is ruled by a perfectionist! An exhibition abscission addition just the price of my admission! Tactician, logician, magician, musician, mechanical phantasm of perdition! Juxtaposition presupposition! Nuclear fission decomposition! No boundary condition for my mission! The wizard wanders, The world widens. Violent submission, Intuition suspicion.
The laws of nature dictate this causality. You stand atop of the peak so casually. The crown that you wear just seems so much to bear, You cannot ever falter – you’re as light as air. You are the hunter, They are the hunted. Read their face, Know your place. Breathe.