If you are free falling tonight, please take my heart
It need not be jammed, need not be animated to beating
But take it into oblivion, let there be dark vacuums of immensity
The gravity of a slutty time, the smithereens of broken holograms.
We’d fall inside my unknown nebula and star dusts,
Do not accept, the gullibility of a pleading bismuth, my colors reflect not
But the screws of your disenfranchised memory. Holding on to a burden.
The wings has no place to soar, the heart has but a token fire.
But in case you hold my heart, crush not what might have been a goth
A drifting ashes of diamonds and sightless clouds, bearing nothing, nothing.
If you hold on, if you do not, open your undermined pride, of uninspired poems.
So I write this, I write for pointless unimaginable scarcities.
The free fall and scarcities of love. That hate you thought you knew, need not comply.
Be lead astray of my whores and freedom shrinks, emotion is a digging trying crap
They sell us out. They care not but. They sway and reduce me into naught
Unless, unless you see. You’ve done again this time. No fairy tales. Just a last testament.
You could have it all but you were blind. The wolf grew bigger by each blinding grating furs
And we vanished, and we’re cursed, We crashed into disappearing thin air.
This love is in despair. And it burns. It burns eternal. And so you say there is no innocence.
No, there is none. Destiny is a tunnel of fables and fictional cliches, you see. You should.
I wanted you to know. I am blind and you do not understand.
You will see the rainbows, and they will be left untouched, left to behold.
And the rains, the rains drop like a tint acid of liquid regrets, and I saw them.
I touched them. And I see, what a tingling, moving, aching, etching ungranting life this could be.