A gentle symphony laced in purgatory
A nightingale singing to the souls of sinners
No deterrent to evade the hurricane
Swept under the current
The magic of an enchantress and curse of a siren
Inveigle in an aviary
rattle the desolate oaths
learn to rake the keys in tune
At breakneck speed pluck the pretty from bird
The deluge of which is lamenting
Mold into an encephalon
Two complex Shapes, presented in different orientation
A branded song with no lyrics
Taught to stay in rhythm with a ghost town
Force to burn the city down
To run like hell
Revise the death
morning break heaven
sewing hearts to selves
pinky promise to blow on every dandelion
Manifested the horizon
Make a home of sanative clouds
Light the blues
Shoot starts like bottle rockets
Sunbath in endless electricity
No time could ever be enough
Lit on fire
incandesce in the dark
Attestation that the disgraceful serve to the journey
Moon pools Invelupted with soft promises of
a forever harden by always
