Unknown And Unharmed Is The Girl With Flowers

Oh these poor and passionate souls,

As I fall down the wishing well

They laugh abundantly;

My heart falls, my heart falls

A tube of lilies have turned to dust

Oh why must I absolutely care

About this wear and tear?

There's something about an empty child a-bloom

Present me with your fallen words

Against each page I subside

And amongst each ear I'm sincere

The burning lilies have sustained

As my mind wanders upon the abnormal

So vast are the lilies in despair

Let us dust the pages off with a fairy tale,

How vast are the lilies now?

Tease me if you will with your dying phrase

Whatever phrase you attempt to tell

Oh dying lilies why must we convey

The willingness of your actions?

For gardens and gardens of lust amor!

The pink-haired raven is livid.

I want more! I want more! I want more!

Lonely beads lay in a basket of lonely souls...

And the fallen souls adhere to the pain

Such pretty pearls bring trauma within;

Within, within I say!

Such pretty pearls bring trauma within...

I want more of my curtain time

For what bloody dress is worth a bloody dime?

And who has time

For a pearly love,

A pearly love within?

Let us key a love song unto an open door

Inside the poet is broken...broken is the inside of a poet

Vast and terrible in all her words

Fire and fire, brutal of brutal

The skids have come to play

How angelic is the harp of sirens?

It is the prettiest thing I've ever seen

Vast for vast, dust for dust...

I want to go home.