You and I must go
The time can stay
Blossoming like a wildflower, in the month of aged wine and May
Eternity in an hour, if you may
Treading a path of tears, the midterm naysayer appears in the scintillating imago
The condition of the human, ich mir kind spirit closes on the broken girl
People don't play with knives, they toy around the possibilities of ******
Toys of the occult and ocular visionary, a legionary in the reprise
My soul has lost its appetite, but, has a pang of hunger in someone's demise