I am free now.

I have you

You'll have me

Eventually,

But you see, theres more to you and me.

Uncover the rest of the undying sea

The leaves, trees, and undenying ease

You'll see

You'll see.

My spirited demons have lifted once again while the creative nymph walks through the meadow of clarity.

Revitalized once again by the poison’s antidote. But soon he will creep into my blood and slowly agonize my time. Until then the nymph slides into sterilized calm and uses her wild hands to create a picture that splatters with terror from the subconscious fear of devalued innocence. Soon enough my love for sorrow will inflate the wooden heart and soak up your nurture.

My cavity will hollow, violins will become near and a hearth will crackle with my intentions to over barre my torso. Oh how lovely it must feel to walk a line of consistency, so acute to normalcy and persistence. I want to feel freedom from my mind and fly past the cage of captivity.

She is at last a victim to the outside and free to herself. Such wonder in the mind as widespread we might find our thoughts. Will this genocide prevail unto those who are weak?