Why succumb to anguish and despair?
A stitch of pain and sorrow, punches through the hollows of this life...
Will you suffer me some freshly scent of fear?
And the dying strings of our fleeting lullaby,
caress the edgy slopes of Dreamland.
And the echo of the dancing windows,
attends the misty funeral of morning dew...
Those pilgrim tales of primal wonders
can linger in memory no more.
As I stand still and abide by the brim of reality,
i see you... i feel you... i elude you... for eternity
Original Artwork, courtesy of LostOneself