Musings of a Madman

Death Waltz//The Crystal Ship

Before you escape my planetary dimension, slipping forever into the sandmans sturdy arms, before your memories cease to exist within me. I'd love to grab your hand, and take you on a long trip, to a land never gone before. The city, shines bright at night, with the sea reflecting the hydrogen beacons in the sky, which the boring conformists around us call stars. Lets cross the endless salty body of water, just you and me, traversing unexplored lands far beyond the eye can see. However, these wishes are nothing but concoctions of my broken heart, wishing for it's other half to return in glory, with its corresponding ectoplasmic partner in crime, which two goody shoe conformists call the soul, burned away into inexistence.

The Ascension Zeppelin shall take me across the platinum stars, to a planet filled with crazy diamonds; a planet where the echoes of the past don't ring in our ears anymore. Perhaps then you'll be nothing but a shell of what you were, a shadow traversing my psychological universe. But it doesn't matter. For as long as my cardiovascular organ, which again, the dreaded conformists call the heart, pumps blood into my veins, supplying my body with the life sustaining energy it needs, you'll always haunt my mind.

You were below the waves.