Into this cloud of canvas I could fall, Shaping my emotions like treasures on the wall. Like a deathly hunger I cannot ignore the roar, It deafens with its deceiving grin, So loud in silent reality, So bright in dark decree. Fleeting forests fountaining, feelings flourishing, Sacred sunsets sadly singing salutations. Nimble notes noticed near nassaus nothingness. Is it evil that paints this mural of my heaven? The paint on the inside of my skull never dries, before another coat drenches the lofty skies.