Curator
By Jadednoir
Lets let this thought resonate.
As I sit four hours
You are Death's incarnate
Museums in your name will captivate
And when phantasms peak
I have pondered many things
Devulge, To only me you will speak
Do I dare
And unspeakable Questions compell me
Eyes cast along the withered ocean
I'm speaking for myself
and seeing it for you
You missed nothing
As soon as I am missing you
Tranquilize me so I can reprise it all
in my dreams deep
fall
Tried to cast out some senseful energy
Contemptual to real lies
You are as recpetive just as I
Still Questioning my ability, my stability
of emotional intranquility
When solace perished
not only for an eigth time
Still pondering the ink that stains your imaginary nerves
False dillemated eyes
Yet again-----Breathe---and reprise
Did you sell your soul, Haven't asked me
And yet, still
Bleakness in my eyes
Muses and eyebrows compose you
As compure is found
Perculiarity of
what resonates with me
It sets in again--Reprise
Museums of embossed human frailty
Sounds so sweet, it is almost insincere.........