Without Destruction

I fall with the most splendid precision and I paint reality with my blood For many trifles with dancing wolves seek the breath of the living lamb How thy stolen wind caresses and corrupts the inner apple which is also the mind inprisoning the heart in turmoil So I walked with the pale leather Softly embracing the cool tears My emotions are not my own since the coming of the day bringing in the moonlit vale The virtuous apple forces light upon itself seeking purity For I am without Such is the death the dragons young shall bare As the male clam is bisexual so too is its many eggs spawned from its wretched birth The windchime hums its song of despair its angst redirected by cause the rushing tide is without destruction the sooner I rebel against the master of destruction the calming seas will rush upon me no longer no less than a nightmare trancends a dream