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Corrupted Innocence

Take me to your room.

 

Let me through the doors

 

where your adventures run

 

barbaric and sinful;

 

and the opposite of that.

 

The core of your imagination

 

where the mountains grow heavy

 

Where you dream in endless dimensions.

 

I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.

 

Take me to the deepest caves of your secrets

 

Take me to the tallest mountain

 

enclosed by the heaviest Cimmerian clouds

 

cascading your loudest tears of sadness,

 

then lead me across your sturdy bridge

 

where the tears fall with joy and laughter.

 

I want to take it all in

 

Steal your thoughts and paint

 

a picture using you as my only instrument.

 

I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.

 

Let me step inside your little universal island

 

Where your password is …

 

And words are used silently

 

Our language is silence and poetry,

 

Emotion is felt in its severest

 

I want to visit every season through your eyes

 

I want to meditate with your greens and blues

 

Swim through your a thousand suns

 

dive off of cliffs and fall into a sea of honey

 

Stand on trees positioning The Vitruvian Man

 

and let the bees shower us clean- how natural is this in your world.

 

Let us walk through the desert of confusion,

 

where my name is crying out in pain-

 

in this expanse you suffocate,

 

for my name alone binds

 

around your throat and tugs.

 

and I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.

 

With this land I shall leave alone.

 

I want to lay asleep with you hand in hand

 

and watch our souls exit our bodies together

 

hand in hand creating a portal of another land.

 

This shall be a dream alone.

 

A dream within a dream

 

perhaps we go back to the end of a cold November

 

and attend your birth and steal the tears of delight

 

You are a universe of three worlds, and within them is infinity

 

You are so young and unaware

 

of what I planted in you.

 

I am the author of your being.

 

Grow into me and I will watch you like a mother

 

and raise you as a madman.

 

Take me by my spirit and watch me

 

illuminate yours with my black lotuses

 

that bloom within me attached to the veins of my soul.

 

Sleep under the orange blossomed moon.

 

Lay while I embed this into you, lover child.

 

I will forever be the corruptor of your lands.

 

-Arizona

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