Making minds that hide behind pixelated eyes-
Dance like fools and fire to flies.
Glued to the screens of the likes of me;
You’re their dream.

But does she look in the mirror and see what they see,
Eurhythmic grace, or just celestial obscene?
Do we know your name, Dream?
Or should I call you Beauty Queen?

Across Symphonic Seas

Echoed surf a’ whispered shores
Melodic rhythm ~ twilight’s dance
Alone my love does play for you
On mystic strings in winged romance

Neath heartbeat sails of velvet skies
Darkened shadow’s purple haze
Transparent flows a’ shimmered light
To harmonize with lonely days

For hear my love, eurhythmic dreams
Hypnotically our song takes flight
Lyrically of purest sound
Across symphonic seas this night

hollowed chest of broken-hearted rhapsody
eurhythmic harmony of maimed individual
this sorness coated with exquisite luminance
delineated ire on a hopeless romantic

carrying nothing but a wall of felicity
falsehood interspersed to young society
tangled tentons of lonesome planetaries
introverted, flying carelessly to abyss

slitted throat, bleeds continually
forming bath of inexhaustible spite
collapsing world, enhancing grief
crucial words of lacerated crowd




vast space of regretful sparks lightly beaming on a decayed embodiment

the superficies of counterfeit prosperity has fallen down into the limbo

the only thing left -  dejected face of a rotten, testy, vacant debris