A loathed step through the pendulum door
which swung out, inviting me?
Out i stand beneath the zebra sky
knocked the stringed scalp a splash of call
the wet trickled down to the tip of the breathing caves
forced the bespectacled lump o beard n skin nine zero degrees
The zephyr soaked the damped conscious
She creeps into the empty cranium, echoes silently
thoughts of her smile, that charming loquacity
the touch of her nano hands caressing mine
drove the sunken into some hysterical tunnel
And the axiom of mortality seems unfair
so mystical is her love
so beautiful is her love
The thunders shattered the divine moment
'Nightingale's betrothed the crow shall not be'
and makes standing in the rain.. worth
befriending the worthless mercury the sight tool spawns
And, the axiom of mortality seems.. all fair
The pendulum swung back in a bit, inviting me?
