Their Silhouettes

Your shadow
Filled in music and passion
Intensity all over
No excuses
Only feelings
Only transcendence.

Thy mind in thy soul in thy body
The essence in the serendipity
In those we fall
Without clue of returning
Like the depth of the seven seas
And the seven sirens which dwell forever more
Longing for love to abuse
And use to fulfill for sometime
To survive
To breathe
To keep the beauty of outter.
Because the inner is occult and shattered
In years of isolation and accumulation
In the knowledge of once
Now memory of a brand whole tomorrow.
Even not lasting as we crave,
It does
Slowly in each second
The ticking of the clock
The joyful pleasure of enjoyment
Entertainment well spent.

Thy experience in thy heart in thy brain
Wished to live
Not to live to hide
But to show
In the shine in the glow in the sight
Oh how I have been locked up for all these eternal seconds of never more
The scars caused
The fears left
All in anxiety
The long lost waiting.

Thy silhouette in the dark red light
The form of beauty in once perfection
The excitment
The glory
The repeating but all brand new at the same time
Thy movements in thy dance in thy liberty of voice of the soul
Everything and nothing
As the sound of music of

Their silhouettes in the bright shadowed red light
Calling like sirens in the ocean and earth depths
Theirs and thy aura pure and heavy but flowing and pulsing
Oh how we ever lived without (with it sighs)
These fronteirs and barriers
These possessivity and possession
Over it all
Over you and I
Over dose - the wonder in
Game over.