The music that surrounds
like a new but ancient octopus' arms
takes you deep into the sea
of darkness and disease.
Not the common disease,
oh no;
the blood-boiling, heart-jumping,
soul fighting sickness
that overcomes your weakness
turning you into something you may not be,
but somehow knowing
that this unpleasantly pleasant feeling
will be the beginning
of the end of it all.
Let it start soon,
hopefully before the blue moon.
Love the
Third stanza! Genius!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."