Velvet curls, flutter in the sky.
Lost in awe of my third eye.
Shrinking endlessly above the trees,
Looming gloomily below the seas.
Red pools scatter the streets,
Drums resonate great big beats.
Accrue, are the lies you told.
Anew, is the world--behold.
Before my eyes and eye galore,
I meet thee freely upon the shore.
Sedentary--is my life.
Sorrow be my strife.
Be there, one thing, said not to me?
Be there something to set my glee?
My demise meets no endless retention.
My death bring nothing but thus tension.
At least there is one thing--
One thing never lost.
My demise is mine alone,
And although it may not be known--
My last breath will be unique
This time shall be oblique.
I will leave thee and I shall bring--
That bitter cold, that bitter frost.