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Suspended animation drifts in the distance

A princess uplifts the cold breeze

She passifies my thoughts into the hollow wind

And kisses my lips with a desire to freeze.

She elevates the unholy torn remains

And captivates the empty isolation

To pry the seepage of pure tranquility

Into an expiring decay of desolation.

...and like a ghost of mist you levitate above the ground

Her soft gentle feet afloating high in our sky!

...just like the beauty that forms screaming waves of nature

I beckon to become one with you, chastise thru your eyes!

A creation of spells you cast with your magical knowledge

Her calligraphy designs of destiny appear in my mind

My fractured hands still cling onto your paleness

Shapes of twisting, churning icons revealing severed time.

Levitating bodies corrupt the desires left in despair

Elevate the soulless encounters so nothing else compares.

Swallow our beautiful reverie, bow our heads to say our prayer

Conform into dialysis, separation of inconsistent nightmares.

Redemptions left woven in lonely misguided spirits.

She dissolves the shackles of our ardent irritations.

She lies awake in the stillness of night. Surrounded by thin air.

The melodic darkness diaries. Bitter convulsions. Shattered in her breach.

The mist is moist, harmful to the touch. Numbness coincides us inside.

We're trapped in a lament prosthetic. A degradation of pain.