The Resolution of Life : Irony in Resonance.

Emotion conjures up a depth of thought that pains me so Sad is the fact that the object of my affinity Tickles these emotions And even when these wonderful muses fade like the rain I miss these depths of my tearful soul as life once again becomes plain. Mad scientist with fingers amiss in borrows of planes unheard of A Heart that somewhere I can hear is breaking Plays with this logic And even whilest these whirling ideas twist into brilliance I plumit into the abyssmal fear of losing that what I have never gained. Heed my word young one, Whilest the desert rose 'still in bloom, Taste thein Blood, Bathe within the rains on the crimson horizon. A black dawn, A black dusk is breaking, Ignore my words old man. It came to pass as I fortold To live is to die, To love is to Hate. Precognated choice calls forth the prison of relativity, Binding thee to the back of wild white doves Riding thee to their homes of freedom. Pleasure may become your treasure within this world of wisdoms fading, As the old see the young take their place, you stand in the middle. Are you gravestone or a bystander in this graveyard of death? You drive yourself to die away from this death on and on, Into this earthbound Grave of irony in resonance...

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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