The withdrawn intimacies that make my mind explode
The people that heal me excitingly
The restless spirits of my soul
The waters that free my mind so;
These are all things
That have a clear sense of purpose
I dig my reality in a dirty ditch
And expectations are running high in this season
The winds that fall from the trees
The music that plays in your ear
Behold the happiness that comes from
Messed up circumstances,
Is the whole world daring to fly?
For we are amplified through our spirits!
The divorce that speaks of poetry
The house that has no walls
The significance that brings us to a fault;
For in deep pages I reveal
The solemnity of this entirety
As I write three thousand memoirs to each song
Oh how many years would that take
As I bare my soul
The heartbreaking deeps of despair?
For this divorce is prevalent to any being
As I run around in my pretend wedding dress
Holding on to a paper widow,
For that paper widow is me
In the grave...
The softness of my revelry
The beauty of despair
The trenches that are waiting to eat me away
Oh what a beautiful nightmare
Until I wake up,
Is this the mystery of three thousand beds
Folded into the grave?
Is this the mastery of many means?
Is this the ugliness of chivalries?
Mastered by despair are the endless clouds
My pages are a great escape...