Where lives are saved and lives are lost,
Transparent waves simmering and smoking,
Islanders shouting 'bon voyage,'
Against the colossal empty carcass of stone.
We were alive, we were one.
Like you said in the sloppy mud,
The surreptitious metal clashing,
Screaming its choiring shout of affirmation.
The deity that strung us by the neck,
Forcing us to choke on our natural *****
The door has closed.
Let it be heard in a whisper
In the evanescent air.
Like the pairing of two great crashing waves.
I remember that twilight tulip's lip,
The cupid's bow puckered earnestly yet forsaken.
And with our bodies braced
We raise the anchor,
Bearing our scopes far beyond the horizon.
A never ending sail in the wind.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
Where lives are saved and lives are lost,
Transparent waves simmering and smoking,
Islanders shouting 'bon voyage,'
Against the colossal empty carcass of stone.
We were alive, we were one.
Like you said in the sloppy mud,
The surreptitious metal clashing,
Screaming its choiring shout of affirmation.
The deity that strung us by the neck,
Forcing us to choke on our natural *****
The door has closed.
Let it be heard in a whisper
In the evanescent air.
Like the pairing of two great crashing waves.
I remember that twilight tulip's lip,
The cupid's bow puckered earnestly yet forsaken.
And with our bodies braced
We raise the anchor,
Bearing our scopes far beyond the horizon.
A never ending sail in the wind.
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