Let's go to our secret place
Where we listen to Tchaikovsky
Where we talk about our suicides
Where we watch the moonlight dance in ribbons
Over the lake, where the stars watch over us
Where we bury our darkest secrets
Where the sun rises with fortitude and guides us
Where we feel no pain, and we are the architects of our dreams
Where we live like paintings in museums, like seashells
Illuminated in our fantasies
Like a perpetual song of madness
We are kings, we are plagues, we are hedonism
Waxy bones of pestilence
Where we come in waves of everlasting words
Flowers dying in a vase
Rhymes decaying on the page
Where we swim with bees, with temperamental orchids
Where we love, where we fuck
Where we feel, where we give, where we desire
Where we are free, where we grow
Where we find ourselves in times of need, where we cope
With dreams, with music, with each other.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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