Escape-2
Mysterious mystics and methodical mayhem
Describe the man I am,
Trembling, not shiver, joy,
Emotions boil though un foiled
My days passion remains unspoiled.
A grip of thigh penetrates my foresight,
A beautiful and welcome sight for these tired eyes,
Walk beside me tonight
Guided in moon light
And strive for the escape
From the plights of life.
Midnight moves, the days now new
And want fulfilled, I will spend it with you.
We can speak without words,
Look at me, I've something to say.
Read what you see and disappear the words you heard,
My eyes are admitting where I have been.
I am chasing my lucid illusive dream
Through a forest of disbelief,
The trees scream, I hear the relief.
Colours are numbers not names, now, does my blue,
Still carry the same sadness that it used to?
Through touch I'll thrive,
Riding the fire in stride,
Heat leaves wide cheery and bright eyed temptation,
Unable to flee the free invite to fulfilling them,
I accept in smile.
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