Your lips are soft and sweetYour skin is smooth and pristineYou want to be held tightIt’s temptingBut it’s the wine talking I live by my rulesI max my opportunitiesBut never abuse
Your lips are soft and sweetYour skin is smooth and pristineYou want to be held tightIt’s temptingBut it’s the wine talking I live by my rulesI max my opportunitiesBut never abuse
The possibility When chaos as undertow Against all the convenience That this serene, smooth surface seems And about to break
Fate drew a perfect circle
For what it’s worth
She knew there’s not enough patience
To endure another one of these…
The difference, no matter how subtle
A speck of a tiny particle
Can cause blindness, can cause pain…
If a simulation of me was ever needed
Please base it on this blue print…
Remember his faceAs with my last breathFaintIt drifts invisible to the horizonThe first step ofReturning back to earthEverything that’s been borrowedIn support of a consciousness That is too proud not to seek freedomYet too frail […]
Waves thru the staticCalmness despite panicThe drowsy state from 3 days agoThe rope loosened for departingThe ramp cleared, drying antisepticThe sun lit without a clueFading seamlessly to a dreamConnected to some unfinished sequenceWhere the worlds […]
Dramatist