Searching the hole of reality,
to dismiss the dreams
a night time of evil under linen
a soaking of soul and flesh
A nightmare?
Nay, a dream of you,
a vision that is in relentless in it's awe
eyes of the mind capture the wonderment
I cannot hold it forever.
TRY AS I MIGHT.
A Camelot of mere ideas, a contradiction itself
a fleet of sky blue ship sails
floating without care on calm seas,
in a stormy mind
a concept forged in steel,
a sword against your heart.
Armour or amour, who is the judge in this case?
Is it for me to learn, this searing mission in your spirit?
To discuss in rationale, is to leave us both alone...again.
In repentance I ask you to hold fast the resolve,
I cannot
TRY AS I MIGHT.
A cloud rolls past to cover the marine reverie,
a turquoise illusion, in mine own sight
mists that smother a loner's haven,
rocks of time roll to a beat on nature's tambourine.
Your living corpse will come to mind,
a reminder that I too will come to that final point
with what weaponry shall I fight for honour?
Your dedication serves to instill in me a fear I cannot temper.
MIGHT I TRY?
Your essence will someday dissolve into a memoryfor now I must suffer the pang of honesty
a halogen lamp is as scarce a light
a candle in the dark could light my way as well.
I will forge a path to a realm of love
will you accompany me, or exist solely in time?
We must make an attempt as one or perish in the pending
I am searching the hole of reality,
I MUST TRY.
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