End the End

Lately,
I've been in a blind alley.
Their gloomy faces and hopeless eyes in the end,
Said you seemed to have never lain on an open valley,
Never seen in the coastal sun palette, pastel green in Oklahoma____
There's a scent of dry flowers upto Southway rides say, no woman we've ever seen so alone to ever known an ally.

Their stare is quick triggering something that is hard to say,
I know I'm in a trouble bubble,
I can't stay.
Cause they told me you seem to have taste in blue and scary bay,
Are you the one who lives in mind kitchen flaming Billy Holiday?

Well all day,
I could see through them and they couldn't see,
It is all so desperately chaotic in me;
While I was pretty clear,
Like in the storm a sage's flair_
My soul stove's on fire, oh don't stir.

No surprise here,
That end of all their bruised heads thought of 'Might be love or war.'
Oh I've been seeing them long all night___
Rebuilding that they broke in the hollow daylight,
Cause their fingers are too fast to weave a dome or tomb,
Alright.

Pilot, now it's time to listen.
Time to riding the dragon, taming snakes.
Such is the havoc in me,
That's much bigger than your mushy love, queer breed.
Wanting to give birth to a star,
Rather.
Yes, though it's the story of me and you,
Where love is never mightier than golden lines and a few____
Deathless breathing green sweet pages,
That lives long as we crawl past ages and ages.

Well, swift narration,
I've got a gentle notion.
They said I'm in a tricky position.
But my heart is a trickier place_
I tricked him into letting trick me into him, guess?
Because I eat which only thrive in complex.

Always,
This is a gothic thrill squad,
It don't let me but I wanna sleep all night.
You know not God knows what___
You chase me I'll run hot,
You go I'll come rushing to heat the spot,
Free and unraveled secret clear shot.
You keep your heart by mine to warm yourself,
And I look you in the eyes until it sends light to my poet elves.

Difference,
When I feel how you want to touch me striving to sing the incomplete melody that you hummed and left for the next life_____
I play it in my fantasy taking the sign to make those words feel alive.
That sleep deep under my soul stove,
Until a new danger drags me from the stumbling groves.

All my friends speak alphabets that seems another,
You gasp, your age's tender,
Yet you get high and wanna kill your mother;
Cause my men of true bleed your heart when striking like feathers.
Oh brother!

There heavens king knows,
Insane, sick, sinner beyond there is sort of similar,
Wanna pass through the gate, so rape us Father.
Kiss our scars, tear our clothes, stroke our sores,
And let us burn until we go out of the doors.

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