Dead Beautiful

That was my First Thought of you

But First

Listen ,

To your own Heartbeat

So I can hear it too

Its how I stay free

From Black Angels

Of intentions

Non Divine

Still Fighting

While Passing The Time

To

Wake Me

From this slumber

That is Nice

Visions of a Life

In a Feigned Land

Where the River Queen holds my hand

The gardens indulge me to a Rosey Rant

Where we Shatter deceit and doubts

All in Harmonious Luminescence.