She's Broken.

Time is just a concept, a moment with a name.
Something in-which can never be evaded.

A freedom, lost in the concept,
bound to a ticking clock.

We want to forget.
Just for now.

Begone.
in
our
swirling
vortex.

Take me back to the day,
that moment with a name.
A time: where I was meant to be.
My thoughts clouded with sage.
A haze pushing me side-ways.
My black memory's.

Time is just a concept,

in-which we can never repair.

No going back-ways,
all will have to remain.

No-one to blame,
the fates will withhold.
And nothing will ever be foretold...

You are the only one who my madness doesn't touch,
and the only entity whom can touch my heart, simultaneously.

Tell me, "I love you."
Say it with conviction.

Wait for the time.
Where the nine realms collide.

A touch of insanity with a wicked kiss.
Silver-laced tongue, sharp and keen.

Did pleasure ever feel this exquisite?
Nay--
from a morals hands, calloused from tiresome battles.

Verily; with hands carved from flesh and blood.
life and death.

A hundred times over;
have I fled from a lovers touch?

A thousandth time;
did I plea for mercy.

I spit the cry out
with fire and brimstone burning my throat.

For all this chaos and despair surrounding me,
A god on his knee's begging for repentance.

What a sight to behold;
malevolent creature with a benevolent cause.

I worship you,
a man made of Iron

You are the only one who my madness doesn't touch,
and the only entity whom can touch my heart.

Fin

My faith in all my fellow humans is long gone and without an ounce of care. Does this make me a terrible person? Through your eyes, the eye of the beholder, you might see me as the fellow human who’s made you lose your confidence in humanity because of my lack of belief...

It’s a viscous cycle. With every soul, losing confidence from the next in line. When will it end? Where does one look for a burning candle in pitch of darkness?

Where do we go?
How do we get out?
Why does the world continue to turn, while so many are faithless?

If we'd been born pixies, fairy's in the woods.
We'd all be dead, and ash because there is no belief in our blue world.

So I'll speak my words once more. My faith in all my fellow humans is long gone and without an ounce of care. And yet the world keeps turning with the next man  falling down like a domino in a line.

Cause and effect.
The ever present chain of reaction

I dream of you,
A dream in shades of blue and gold.
The color scheme is what calls to me.
A prisms within its own world.  
As the Partial beam,
deems me ready for the comet stream attached to you...

I dream of you,
like a melodic theme.
A gleam of hope, held within a world of downward slopes.
A helpful reminder, you redeem me.
Supreme among other musicians.
You are a song of musical theme.
Clean and creamy, with a side-ward gleam.

I dream of you,
in shades of greens and aquamarine.
A mind of calculating machinery.
I dream of you, and I know what is true.

I love you, with a world's eye view.