Across the Multiverse
The culling of our harvest
Is filled up by our blood..
What vigor, stress, or unrest
Controls the raging flood?
Only tamed by walls set forth
By lovers and friends the same
Wont tie up my hands with your tongue anymore
but set to our beds with the flame.
Each day of the year is now empty,
Save for your soul and my own..
The gilded dreams we sold for just pennies
Can fly free in the air around Home.
They grow as old as we do,
Their thoughts just melt and Bleed through..
Their breath is now slowing,
Each sound now made lowing,
As a record repeats,
So may Their hearts again meet
Through distant strange lives,
Seen through holes in the skies,
As gravity defies, denies an admittance,
To another tribunal birth,
Another adolescence which i spend addicted
To each brand new version of Earth.