Do Not Listen, Part Ii

Listen To the fools. Wisdom escapes from their mouths Embroidered with the spiritual puke vodka endows. Through the dead floorboards beneath me I listen To the parties rife with dubstep and dumbness. Through the dead floorboards beneath me As a specter Arises wedding bells, The adoration of lovely belles That smile The Smile of an olden journey With translucent teal hills that stretch their humps out far For your wanderlust; sunsets of sublime, deepest orange, Cherished candles, then dew flames waving 'Hello' on passerby sills, Wooden cottages adorned with gingerbread safety and Respected elderly smiles All wafting along the piping Cake of Truth. The Pied Piper's only victory is You. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn: Amare Amare Amare, Veni ad me, Veni ad me. Non quidem? Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. I have seen your shadow diverge from your face And hatred consumed me subtle. I suppose in Earth's languid maw You snicker at the pox of language; Miracle depths align as you fix today's sandwich In anguish Of the love you shall never have, you’ve lost your chance in the mirror. We’ve shattered in the mirror and lost it, Laughing as we realized all along That I, I was the butt of the world's joke. I shall go out to sea and fly with the ravens, But alas, This fool desires only one known haven: Wishing well—wish upon a star— The candles of my few birthday cakes Never did have such volens potestatum. Amare Amare Somnium Somnium