Time is running out
The chandeliers appear as nearly driven into crystal tears
By prison fears.
Invisioned here....
He strikes a different zero energy
Complexity... of death and steer so  near necessity..  but distant to mixed appearance...  similar traits... developing mentally and limbic gears of kids see clear... seeing that the ships appear... with equipment strictly
Specified to mix atmosphere..
With gasses here...
And expand the massive stratosphere...
With Brandy whine and have man candy.. if she asks to share...
Her breath is fog that stares back at her... with gravity of passengers...
I'm asking her if her relationships
Equipped for outside passengers...
Passing near... the Harbour...
Armored and blessed in bartered trade... to offer her a passioned word... in exchange for a pass at her
And him... for happy ****** midnight massacre..... that will make me a happy girl... all I'm asking for...