Thought Transference

Somewhere between your hollow sight, I danced in the sparks. And only in your peripheral sight, will I become an apparition of our solemn song and it's rite. By now my feet are too scathed. I fall to my knees, going and enduring. My singing, has now dissolved to humming. Before you sensed we would part, I created and placed swords in my heart. From omens I birthed out of my very soul. I sealed our own fate, by mistake. Within the genesis of my psyche, slumbers an essence of creation. Who lingers at heart.