Take me to your room.
Let me through the doors
where your adventures run
barbaric and sinful;
and the opposite of that.
The core of your imagination
where the mountains grow heavy
Where you dream in endless dimensions.
I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.
Take me to the deepest caves of your secrets
Take me to the tallest mountain
enclosed by the heaviest Cimmerian clouds
cascading your loudest tears of sadness,
then lead me across your sturdy bridge
where the tears fall with joy and laughter.
I want to take it all in
Steal your thoughts and paint
a picture using you as my only instrument.
I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.
Let me step inside your little universal island
Where your password is …
And words are used silently
Our language is silence and poetry,
Emotion is felt in its severest
I want to visit every season through your eyes
I want to meditate with your greens and blues
Swim through your a thousand suns
dive off of cliffs and fall into a sea of honey
Stand on trees positioning The Vitruvian Man
and let the bees shower us clean- how natural is this in your world.
Let us walk through the desert of confusion,
where my name is crying out in pain-
in this expanse you suffocate,
for my name alone binds
around your throat and tugs.
and I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.
With this land I shall leave alone.
I want to lay asleep with you hand in hand
and watch our souls exit our bodies together
hand in hand creating a portal of another land.
This shall be a dream alone.
A dream within a dream
perhaps we go back to the end of a cold November
and attend your birth and steal the tears of delight
You are a universe of three worlds, and within them is infinity
You are so young and unaware
of what I planted in you.
I am the author of your being.
Grow into me and I will watch you like a mother
and raise you as a madman.
Take me by my spirit and watch me
illuminate yours with my black lotuses
that bloom within me attached to the veins of my soul.
Sleep under the orange blossomed moon.
Lay while I embed this into you, lover child.
I will forever be the corruptor of your lands.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC
Take me to your room.
Let me through the doors
where your adventures run
barbaric and sinful;
and the opposite of that.
The core of your imagination
where the mountains grow heavy
Where you dream in endless dimensions.
I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.
Take me to the deepest caves of your secrets
Take me to the tallest mountain
enclosed by the heaviest Cimmerian clouds
cascading your loudest tears of sadness,
then lead me across your sturdy bridge
where the tears fall with joy and laughter.
I want to take it all in
Steal your thoughts and paint
a picture using you as my only instrument.
I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.
Let me step inside your little universal island
Where your password is …
And words are used silently
Our language is silence and poetry,
Emotion is felt in its severest
I want to visit every season through your eyes
I want to meditate with your greens and blues
Swim through your a thousand suns
dive off of cliffs and fall into a sea of honey
Stand on trees positioning The Vitruvian Man
and let the bees shower us clean- how natural is this in your world.
Let us walk through the desert of confusion,
where my name is crying out in pain-
in this expanse you suffocate,
for my name alone binds
around your throat and tugs.
and I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.
With this land I shall leave alone.
I want to lay asleep with you hand in hand
and watch our souls exit our bodies together
hand in hand creating a portal of another land.
This shall be a dream alone.
A dream within a dream
perhaps we go back to the end of a cold November
and attend your birth and steal the tears of delight
You are a universe of three worlds, and within them is infinity
You are so young and unaware
of what I planted in you.
I am the author of your being.
Grow into me and I will watch you like a mother
and raise you as a madman.
Take me by my spirit and watch me
illuminate yours with my black lotuses
that bloom within me attached to the veins of my soul.
Sleep under the orange blossomed moon.
Lay while I embed this into you, lover child.
I will forever be the corruptor of your lands.
-Arizona
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