Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Wakey Wakey Jakey
His nautical eyes
Pierce through the
Fog of my aura, to see
The still beating heart
Of a daft dreamer.
Held with delusions and
Fraught with steel emotions,
He lets the anger
Loll about on his
Piercing red tongue.
His blood pumping slow,
Like a thick milkshake
Puls@ting through his
Veins, he swallows hard
And finally, he screams.
Ever clear, Aurora grants
The morning, the hellhounds
Cease their barking and
Cower in their corners.
The animals turn to smoke.
His eyes become iridescent,
Like the wings of a dragonfly.
We see his smile emerge.
He falls away from the dastardly
And dances away from the dark.
The shrine falls apart,
He grasps his freedom and vows,
To never let it flee again.
8-26-10
Pierce through the
Fog of my aura, to see
The still beating heart
Of a daft dreamer.
Held with delusions and
Fraught with steel emotions,
He lets the anger
Loll about on his
Piercing red tongue.
His blood pumping slow,
Like a thick milkshake
Puls@ting through his
Veins, he swallows hard
And finally, he screams.
Ever clear, Aurora grants
The morning, the hellhounds
Cease their barking and
Cower in their corners.
The animals turn to smoke.
His eyes become iridescent,
Like the wings of a dragonfly.
We see his smile emerge.
He falls away from the dastardly
And dances away from the dark.
The shrine falls apart,
He grasps his freedom and vows,
To never let it flee again.
8-26-10
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