So,
I took these ideas
Planted them into your mind
And watched as they grew into
A monstrously beautiful thing
A discovery
That would keep you with me
For as long as I wanted you to
For as long as you were able
Until you slipped back to sleep; to reality
And while your evaporating imagination
Produced, and created, things that
Would otherwise be impossible
I looked upon you
And gave way to shame
We grew old,
You under the idea of eternal love
I under the guilt of eternal culpability
And the world we created; the world that we would come to fear
Would become the only reality we knew -
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 6:40 AM UTC
So,
I took these ideas
Planted them into your mind
And watched as they grew into
A monstrously beautiful thing
A discovery
That would keep you with me
For as long as I wanted you to
For as long as you were able
Until you slipped back to sleep; to reality
And while your evaporating imagination
Produced, and created, things that
Would otherwise be impossible
I looked upon you
And gave way to shame
We grew old,
You under the idea of eternal love
I under the guilt of eternal culpability
And the world we created; the world that we would come to fear
Would become the only reality we knew -