The Worlds’ exquisite decay caves the boundaries, as flawless souls lead paths astray. It is through this waking dream that I wander, my heart torn and bleeding onto flawless stains. These hollow streets lead into darkness, as embryonic ghosts are born in stars.
Autumn clings to the frame of time; a turntable playing a pure, high note of anguish as it’s children wander the streets. The paralysis of winter uncoils in a wave, as summer breaths its’ last.
We wandered though the twisted reality, dreams darkening our eyes as fall children flanked our steps. I held you tighter at the oceans’ swelling breast; but you slipped through my fingers like sand.
With tears of earth racing through my veins, I graced the smiles of dryads, our longings laid bare by dropping hopes.
In Springs’ loving brace I found you; the child of seasons, whereas I was of but one. The sapience of torrential creatures haunted my dreams, and the amelioration of truth was a despairing factor.
Unloved, I lay within an existential womb of molten tears, and danced within the sun.