Purity of thy beauty embedded within
Its gentle composure swindles the mask
A generally informative mask that bares nothing
But the true essence of splendor and obsession
Unbelievable, the rationality is unexplainable
Nothing can prove, nothing can become factual
Nay.. Nothing can become real without thee
It seems the world is based throughout ins and outs
As if the complexity of modern life isn’t unbearable now
Yet the shred of desire given by your graceful touch
Leaves me in silence, this annoying symphony of silence
Urges to scream and racketeer the emotions so raw inside
Yet balance and grace is needed, to become elegant
To become gentle is a form of impossibility my love
For I am too realistic in fantasy to be supernatural in society
But the grasp, the intention, THEE!
Makes I, a man of true intuition, into a transcendental fool!
Oh thy face every dark morning shades the flashy night
And disperses, disposes and destroys all factual beliefs I ever had
Love, you complete me.
Not to a fragment of in denial existence, but I am worthless
But I am death without deaths
But I am love without you
But I am not I, without you.