kings and queens,
they die in satin sheets,
farmers pass away,
next to beloved sheeps,
and poets,
they walk amongst the dead

you take me to asgårdian lights,
rob this novice from his sight,
see these flickering reels,
steal real feelings, at ease,
and what is left of me,
offers nothing to goddesses,
whom now walk beside,
                                 undersigned.

Poets stand tall,
by *****-7 waterfall,
drown the miseries,
of mistress and Ms.,
heaven and hell,
in our storytelling

I am surrounded,
by people close to death,
waiting to be reaped,
and a young woman sings,
a song, none of them knows,
and their dance, is long gone,
for this might be, their last song

Should I tell the most gruesome tale:

"my love, my eternally falling leaf,
promise queen, listen,
I hate you, Summer Seethe!"

And summer's come and go,
to put it simply so.

black and white rainbows,
everywhere now,
my colours I left there you see,
up for grabs, and I knew it,
but **** I miss red,
how it made my heart beat,
and ******* blue,
beautiful and rude,
and for you green,
no hard feelings,
all or nothing had to go

misunderstandings,
****! i hate misunderstandings..,
they have ruined...yes..,
like clouds ruin beautiful weather,
yes..like clouds..
they have ruined,
something that could have been beautiful,
our weather, you know..?
the one with the colours,
where colours make no justice,
for these colours were unseen,
collision, of two rainbows,
cause, i like blue, and you like orange,
hope one day i am blessed to see,
whatever they call blange