Tuesday, September 20, 2011

The Thoughts Of The Mad

Condition you ear to interpret
A rhythmic romance.
Feel your way blindly through,
A myriad melody
Brush wisdom with raw heart.
A considered course.

Embrace it and fall into a pool
Shimmering with obsidian ripples
An aquatic paradise gingerly survives
Dark fiends deprived of melancholy.

Wish upon it . Dream upon it . Become it.

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