With Everests of flesh,
Sight is surrendered,
No clouds tonight,
No pink, purple, no red,
Pastels are what sweeps,
With kindness and comfort,
Where is this place?
Time is slipping behind the silhouette,
Rapidly changing scenes,
Where are the borders?
What will the heat bring?
All is forgotten,
when one is near,
silence brings the noise,
black raven, bring me my feet,
lend them my armor,
for little good it does me,
knowledge is scarce,
expected emptiness,
see, metal again, always,
soft spoken intrigue
or sweet harmonic depth,
tell me, you tell me,
for my eyes are shut,
its only appropriate in pairs,
spoiled by brotherhood,
impure temptations otherwise,
the sun has given up,
maybe the moon will dance,
but waves persist,
as the embers of tomorrow start to flicker,
solely saved by a London light,
the brilliance emerges with frames of darkness,
a warm velvety breeze and notches are turned,
unwelcomed maturity,
the light show begins,
freckles lost in the ocean blue,
my heart warms,
my eyes dim,
and my mind smiles,
as I gasp for air, serenity sneaks into the sky,
and the prologue is nearly complete,
only subconscience reunions,
precious liquid turmoil,
and seductive dams,
before the story begins.
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