The ghost in the fog reminds me of our fate's game
Though it all looks different now, I know she's still the same
Twilight mourns a pale effigy upon the chrome
My allegience and serene insanity bow down to thy throne
Roam around and far away, an absentia for light to the end of our days
Though the lips of yours may lie - my eyes, in all their impending sadness, speak out and say
In the fraility of your grand naivete, a wrinkle is lost
The embrace of dusk buries this undying compassion into a timeless layer of frost
My sweet unbridled dahlia - will you fly away with me tonight?
Court jesters run; restraining my jostled passion as it lingers inside
Once I was alone in my oblique corner
...and this time, I no longer have to hide















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Look Jezz, every man has to go through hell to reach his paradise, so at least you know your on your way.
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Pride comes after a fall.
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