Mephistoles Mephistoles
Grant me your wish
You'll empty my hearts out and carve out my sins

Mephistoles Mephistoles
Cleanse me of thee
Guilt that drowns my soul whenever I breathe

Lest eternal emptiness suffocates me
Bring me to hell and burn out my sins

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My soft yearning gaze upon your emanating presence
fills my heart to the brim with appreciation
Of your beauty, the lines of your face like
superlunary threads woven together in fractals;
an instantiation of geometric perfection.
Like æther, the material of celestial spheres,
creating a passage
that connects the edge of one to the other.
Transmitting a frequency that channels my heart with love;  of the
warm embrace of your beauté

Your beauty
transcends
dimensions
like music
that feeds
my lost soul
||
I pay for it with time
like a bridge to traverse between dimensions

For this passage is not physical
but a liminal space
when I close my eyes
and think of you.

I submerge myself in the sea.
Whens't destiny can't find me.
Freezing silence surrounds my being
I enveloped the abyss; darkness.
Where I feel strangely at peace.
                                                          ­                                   Detached  
from the world.

My eyelids                                                          ­       loosening its grip,
it stings as the darkness seeps in the windows             to my soul

My lungs                                                            ­       tightening its hold
                                                           ­                                    to my heart
  as it beats with indefatigable yearn to live.                                       

My brain                                                            ­                  distorted      
from the lack of oxygen fighting against my                    instincts  
to breathe    


        i        start                                        ­                            hallucinating
                  in       the                         distance                                
      i         glimpse       a     phantom      of   her                                          


I    open    my  eyes    desiderate     for                                light
the                                                             ­                              darkness    
gushes         in       ;  I    fight                                       
            ­                        
To capture one last sight
I need more light
One last breath

to                                                       ­                                     Reunite ,
My 
Eurydice

Stringing my ukulele by the seas,
music is my solemn company.
Calming waves, dark and gloomy
beneath the lights, shining ever brightly.
I want to be above it.

I realize after sitting for a bit that
this is not an escape, but
a mistake.
Stories of broken sailor dreams
of freedom and peace,
Lies only in fantasy

Our concrete reality, moulded by
waves of uncertainty.
Should we anchor our lives upon it
The lights speak to me.

A pocket dimension
cordons me away
From the world.

I fall asleep in Anne's room.
But when I wake I open my eyes
and see

from the inside
the leaves from the vines falling
so slow, surreal.

I see the outside world, but who sees me?
Only those who've come to seize
come to see.

But I am unaffected,
Protected by the warmth glow
of my humble abode

A place of serenity
that I call
home.