Where did you read what you heard? To be truth or may be slow lowered fringe word from a deceitful and purple sinking sun? Mirroring my hurt just as a dream would turn nightmare. Will you please join with me? For you, black, far and fleeting figure would I break my legs to injure my flesh all to have you back but I've become the air
in my push to remain Earthly me.
Ghosts won't curse time as you soon won't find substance clearly soul. I embrace this clear fated descent as my hands that I've tied close while evolution unfolds.