Lost gadet

i lost my strategy, i have no way of thought, i lost those precious lines i wrote, and all the ones that slipped away.

the pain evades my mindful chasm, i speak to you words, but you only feel savage. take what you want, fuck what you love, screw up your life, mess with the dove.

i really do love you, that is the saddest tragedy, now i see what turned the wickyd witch of the east.

or was it the west, that was set on fire, smoking screams deadly dreams children in a funeral pyre.

so steadfast in my eye, a prize what prize to find, the only thing i can see, or think of eluding me, is what shall come to pass, the girl and the midnight grass, grazing on her soft chilled skin, taking souls as they come in...i wish i may i wish i might, be able to dine with her one last night.

of course, for the fate of the world....it will never come true...because i really love you