My soul, my lifeblood.
My dream centre, my chasm of magic
And wonder adorned in
The fabrics of my thoughts and ideas.
Bask and gawk at my truth and scars,
Be warmed by my hate and love,
For my soul is purely mine
And no man woman or child
Could ever reason to take something
So precious to my own self
As my immortal being.
My soul, my lifeblood.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
My soul, my lifeblood.
My dream centre, my chasm of magic
And wonder adorned in
The fabrics of my thoughts and ideas.
Bask and gawk at my truth and scars,
Be warmed by my hate and love,
For my soul is purely mine
And no man woman or child
Could ever reason to take something
So precious to my own self
As my immortal being.
My soul, my lifeblood.
