"Through an icepick of abcess reckoning."
*No Intro Applicable*
After all the poems, all the talking, every laugh let loose upon this acursed world...
What can quench the fire in my heart, that immolates my body everyday, leaving it scarred
and scattered across the gallows.
Everyday I tell myself tomorrow will be the day; finally the awkwardness will go away,
at long last we'll be dragons, and fly under the great tree to everlasting joy.
Could it possible be tomorrow? Could all my poems, that have, so i've be told, won her
heart, be simple passages in an epic ballad of the left and right and wrong of life?
This new period, after the confrontation and confessional drawers, is full of sadness,
reluctant smiles, scratchy records, and a finally awkward laugh at the leaps backwards,
so accomplished by musing and hesitation.
"All the children go grinding their jaws, the sweet smell of their toothless canals"
When will Alexstrasza take her throne amidst all her draconic comrades, and her lover
Korialistraz. Timeless we'd be, our world would never fall off that darkened tree;
"And when Miranda sang, everyone turned away, used to the noose they obey."
I'm so afraid, but that comforting hand will not embrace mine. Which, perhaps, is why I am so afraid.
After all the poems, all the talking, every laugh let loose upon this acursed world...
What can quench the fire in my heart, that immolates my body everyday, leaving it scarred
and scattered across the gallows.
Everyday I tell myself tomorrow will be the day; finally the awkwardness will go away,
at long last we'll be dragons, and fly under the great tree to everlasting joy.
Could it possible be tomorrow? Could all my poems, that have, so i've be told, won her
heart, be simple passages in an epic ballad of the left and right and wrong of life?
This new period, after the confrontation and confessional drawers, is full of sadness,
reluctant smiles, scratchy records, and a finally awkward laugh at the leaps backwards,
so accomplished by musing and hesitation.
"All the children go grinding their jaws, the sweet smell of their toothless canals"
When will Alexstrasza take her throne amidst all her draconic comrades, and her lover
Korialistraz. Timeless we'd be, our world would never fall off that darkened tree;
"And when Miranda sang, everyone turned away, used to the noose they obey."
I'm so afraid, but that comforting hand will not embrace mine. Which, perhaps, is why I am so afraid.