As high as the sky,
as low as the ground.
As shy as a butterfly,
a heart's thick pound.
A feeling of ecstasy,
deep in the soul,
a sight of pure fantasy,
beautifully whole.
A brilliant masterpiece,
a dove of pure light,
falling from a precipice,
adrenaline's delight
a star in the galaxy,
as pure as the sun,
a supernova,
craftfully done.
A ball of emotion,
dying to break free,
such loyal devotion,
is bound to melt me.
My heart is a candle,
burning today,
a timebomb ticking
my life away.
My eve, come here.
Take me somewhere
where love is dear
and money is a snare,
to trap the weakest,
and bind the strong
it brings lives to a mess,
its a dark, dark song.
Its like a million small devils,
men die to obtain.
And women as well,
it puts pandora to blame
It's life's disadvantage,
its a con to the world.
Its point of vantage
to set evil awhirl.
Its a drug to the bad,
its a waste of the good,
It drives humans mad,
like all values would.
Its an abomination as vile,
as a predator would be,
to a mouse in the wild,
like an eagle in a tree.
But nonetheless,
in a world so cruel,
there's a pro to the con,
a heavy load to a mule.
When life is a whip,
in the short of the back,
a kiss on the lip,
is a relief to the slap.
There's a feeling sent,
from the guideness above,
when the feeling is meant,
then you've fallen in love.
