with every breath
i draw closer to My Prince
after my death
i’ll be lead by His majestic incense
to the magical corridor in which He resides
but how long until my lungs
collapse and fail to provide
my heart with oxygen—foreboding bells shall be rung
hankering pleads for peace
dread encroaches
His warm memory coddles me like fleece
and yet the very same is wintry and poaches
my bleak emotions
Some(thing)one lead me to His merry ferry
the one that sails across starry oceans
so that we may taste our heavenly berry
His sapphire aura radiates fiercely
as it submerges and enfeebles the lesser than
o’ Bright Luminosity, in which my heart holds dearly
unearth me from the clutches of life and ban
any further confinement upon our reunion
may our lips soon dance to our hearts’ rhythm
and forego serendipity—ascertain communion
may fate pray for our souls in its remote chasm
with every breath
i draw closer to annihilation, My Evanescence
About the Creator
Sir Contra
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