Love…
It's only
False teenage
HOPE.
At our age it's thick-witted.
Rest my soul,
Lay there in the earth.
Oh beautiful, proud sword of time, thrust
against thy heart, with its crimson eyes of death.
In a white sleep, I am calm but filled with aggravation for I will lose my soul,
As I enter the black, rusty gates
.
My spirit of the Lunatic,
Lover,
and the Poet
shall ponder on the disappearance of my corpse.
Penetrate the canvas and become the limner, the paramour.
False hopes…
Tender sweethearts with feelings mismatched, filled with lies!
Now will you or he take the mighty sword of time, to demolish this love?
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