Step outside from the sink and think, I’m on the brink, rust puddles drip while this page is covered in ink bleeding between the sheets, dripping down from the wake, this is not a mistake, for I never believed in faith, I didn’t take the bate.
Never have I run so far, dripping from the kitchen & spilling down the hallway. Have I gone too far, for envy wasn’t so bizarre? Who was the saviour that came from afar, deep in the sound, drumming has me humming this platonic wish, a seasonal kiss easy to have missed.
Higher than trees, does this justify the fall out in my mind, for I was once blind covered by vines. Watch the steps to the canopy top, you might not make it, falling to the ground with a thunderous sound. This story is learning to fly, from this height with all my might, I can resist the urge to concede. Granting me the ability to disappear, fear failed to keep me near.
Was he an alien, or just a long term friend? The sky opens a hole, to downpour over the lost soul, this is the story from what I foretold, only much older and notoriously bolder. Otherwise, I wouldn’t dare be so upfront, this life I am willing to have forgiven. Be aware of a fortune foretold, such a creature exists beyond a deceptive kiss.
Through trepidation and continued self valuation, can one come to the notion that no matter the intention or tremendous combination, both fire and ice are payment for the ultimate price. Can you remember the time before you knew me? The day we snapped into existence left little resistance, but after much ambivalence and delayed deliverance, I'm going back to before, never knowing about the hole punched door.
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