Project Description

A miasma of madness
A proclivity for the unreal
Your aura of sadness
Pulls me in with a strange appeal

Howling at the sun, the stars
The heavens whose doors are still barred
Yearning for you,
Whatever you embody, whatever is you

A drugged clown,
A raging cyclone,
A flickering candle, admidst the twisting trees,
A pillowcase of pixie dust,
Chaos and might.

A deep voice wrecks my insides and awakens my soul,
Clinging to my heart with a bitter ferocity
But when it leaves it leaves a bullet hole,
Unleashing what was once a caged monstrosity.