immortal rush paralyzing my whole, leaving but my fingers
twitching
continually falling images of you pulsating in my veins
clear the dock oh noble
this man has invaded my terrain
and in the plain we speak
in white white voices
perched upon my shoulder a whisper of your precious times
hold me in your laughter forever
please
looking into my ceiling
one that you are not under
reverence creeps to me at this point
and thoughts are abolished
like a thousand pounds of gore descended from every corner of my mind
a mind that is deplete
when you are not around