You like it 'cause it's refined,
A bottle of jazz-infused whiskey to quay a conscious-hungry mind.
You dream of etudes and symphonies.
I dream of scales scratching the peripheries of my tone-deaf mind.
You dreams of sailing forgotten seas.
I dream of rigging your boat, the sun blistering the currents of my sea-churned insanity.
You like it 'cause it's wild,
A heartbeat skipped, a hazard's blade slipped across the underside of your quivering tongue.
You want a romanticized version of the truth,
'Cause blood splatters in prettier patterns when it's cut by a gold blade glistening in the dawn-light.
You dream, in golden sepia, a vision of the future.
I dream, in black and white, of history's atrocities,
Heinous apparitions convene in my daydreams,
Whilst you chart the stars with Aphrodite,
Drinking oceans by the mouthful,
Breathing idealism like a powdered opiate.
You dream of Mozart and Lamar,
A collusion of grace and frustration pulsating in your veins.
I dream of silence,
Catapulting me into the depths of humanity's horrors,
And I wish us both the best as we drown in the opposing worlds we have created.
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