Etherwaves.

The Freak That Found Paradise.

12:09 AM | 22nd March, 2022**

She herself wakes up the dust in my room, her voice so rasp.
I'm in agony yet, her strumming of hands, wavy and fiddly gasps.
It feels as, autumn and fall joined in someone else's masks.
I feel numb, yet so rich in love, from dawn to dusk.
Not once, not twice. I want her to choose me more than,
A woman in adoration and love possibly can.
But, I'm a little afraid if she's getting called into a bluff,
Inviting the devil to party of cigarettes that haven't been puffed.
I know to play Poker, and I do have a Poker-face.
But her voice just sounds like the 9 of Spades.

Hearts; that lads bet all in on, is its Queen.

Despite the warrior being underloved, yet is loving.

I've seen her, oh brothers, and sisters. I've seen her smile.
I've seen her hold a band of hair against my face, fertile.

I've heard her sing possibly better than angels'-kind.

I've been so lucky, than I possibly could ever grind for.

She's such a beauty, she holds off The Joker And The Queen.

She's such a beauty, her face looks like Sagittarius; enough to take me in.
She's such a beauty, she herself is the vast void to my lies and truths, all in.

She's such a beauty, I'd divide myself to pieces a thousand times, blindly being.

Can she hear me out?
Can she clear me out?
Can she pain me out?
Can she love me out?
I just want All of the Stars to dim off each night she's away from me.
And I promise that she won't ever be kept needed. She's what I'll need.
All that she ever will be, won't be is indeed,

Enough to bring out the Freak In Me.

I don't need nothing else. I don't crave affection,
I just crave all that she wants from me.
Because I haven't learned to love myself.
I'm the freak to you, my Paradise.
I'm too selfish, dear Paradise. I'm too selfish.
Make me better, won't you?