Singing songs
Of promises and perhaps probabilities and possibilities
Unforgivably forgetting
The selling of your soul and its forbearance.
Provocation upon provocation.
Do not make me promises.
Do not cut open your veins to show
How you bleed my very soul inside you and outside
Do not love me more than I can love you
Let me be so sane
Do not gift me a piece of your soul so raw and blisteringly breathtaking
Luminosity unparalleled and the strength of the womb of a dying sun
For I shall sell even my soul
Rub off my existence from each scrap of nothingness
Rein in my existence to the void
For I shall not stop searching the vastness of this universe situated in my twisted mind
To bring you the most beautiful of sacrifices just to show
What you are to me.
Provocation upon provocation
Upon the existence of life
Of rationality
Of stories old and new
I love you
As much as I can with this hollow temporary shell
On a spinning ball of rock
For an infinitesimally small a moment
I love you
As much as any being of stardust can
And more
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
Singing songs
Of promises and perhaps probabilities and possibilities
Unforgivably forgetting
The selling of your soul and its forbearance.
Provocation upon provocation.
Do not make me promises.
Do not cut open your veins to show
How you bleed my very soul inside you and outside
Do not love me more than I can love you
Let me be so sane
Do not gift me a piece of your soul so raw and blisteringly breathtaking
Luminosity unparalleled and the strength of the womb of a dying sun
For I shall sell even my soul
Rub off my existence from each scrap of nothingness
Rein in my existence to the void
For I shall not stop searching the vastness of this universe situated in my twisted mind
To bring you the most beautiful of sacrifices just to show
What you are to me.
Provocation upon provocation
Upon the existence of life
Of rationality
Of stories old and new
I love you
As much as I can with this hollow temporary shell
On a spinning ball of rock
For an infinitesimally small a moment
I love you
As much as any being of stardust can
And more
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