The apples taste different and that is a fact yet they were all grown in this habitat. Each one of them carries its own distinct flavor while never forsaking the taste of its neighbor. In forbidden tongues I speak a dance upon flowers as the eyes of the trees give away to the hours of watching and waiting but never to speak is this what it was that you could not think, remember and travel tight seams will unravel definitions of eagle eye vision project ammunition upon and with in you see it in color my words are all gold I dance with a lover who haunts like a ghost with in all our dreams yet I pulled the bullet above and between the sheets of my journal my journey my justice I'm seeking the blood...
Perhaps ‘twas it murder meets love suicide or a mutual agreement that the strength of his eyes would bear of the weakness seen darkened between them as his own weakness doth push him between them and over the edge that he might take, spill blood on the bed and he, witness alone, to her sorrow she asked for his heart for a second to borrow perhaps to see if she could jumpstart her own while the caravan marches the long march toward home.
Quiet now; hush if you hear my words and let it fly off on the wings of a bird. I'll give you the power as much as you want but you must decide if too much is enough. I know you remember, I know it's inside you. You must answer this; yes, why would I lie...my words start the mixture with Ketamine tools my words are the mixture of drugs of the fool and fools of the drugs we hear them go by...
Hush now little dear, to this lullaby...