In your eyes I see;
for my sockets are void of oculus orbs.
Thus, my plea; lead me, lead me.
Guide me on my way,
I see in what you say.
Tell me of the colors;
indescribable as they might however be.
Tell me of the stars,
the moon,
the sun,
the sky.
With angel-dust we fly;
and for the first time
I can behold your face;
long enough for my heart to burst;
and I can finally taste the red
and see it too.
[22:07|13.10.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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