In Deep Pages I Reveal...

The withdrawn intimacies that make my mind explode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...