My words don’t appear like my mind visualizes,
A speech-impaired philanthropist swings inside,
Tonight, the hailstorm rides the waves,
I am not on the same page, inside.
My thoughts wander on that plane,
An unforgotten tune lingering in the rain,
Leaving this mere mortal on this plane,
How I wish I can leave this pain.
I need the cover of the Carpathian mountains,
And beyond in the realm of darkness,
Ambient sounds and the tragedy of dropping rain,
I need to leave this page, struggling madness.
Before I leave, I need to confess,
That what the heart had desired for long,
To be on a journey, with my obsessed,
I wish you were on the same page, forever after
What may come, with fire or water,
The Earth can swallow me tonight,
I perish with all that remains, written on this page.