Your sky glittering with a plenty others, stars
throwing out light
that makes the sun
come just a bit late
for sunshine will hold back
to see you titter
freely in this epoch of betrayal;
Your voice fills my path
like a melody to these ears
takes me away, flying
for but a moment making me wonder,
wonder when the circular twelve hands
tick by in my presence,
does that make it all the more important to you
or am I just
one
more
being
to laugh with?
insanity is beautiful sanity is
normal normal is dull
you come like a light ray beaming
just like we should have been healing
into pores of my skin that have
not seen the sun for too long
but don’t worry it hasn’t been too wrong
how my words will be slayed for
my blood never shall it contain
them flow freely they may at the
epitaph of your grave
