Keep down the volume
As we make our way
Make our way to heaven.
Move so lithely as we move
On out, move on out to
Heaven.
Chrystal shines like
Beams of subtle moonlight
Out upon a weary midnight
Lake. Waterfalls that tumble
Downward, an avalanche
That never ceases.
Golden roads that never
Move, golden skies that
Never darken.
People chat gaily like
Love is the currency, and human
Beings are worth something
Again. We pretend, we pretend
That this is all real.
That we are all real.
What dreams can you have in
The land of perfection?
Never.
Where are we?
Escaping it all, absconding with
What is left of us.
When perfection is upon you,
The ordinary ceases to have
That gentle beauty. |
Submission Name: again, gahssss x.x
