Pensive sky like a world without love
Your bed is the all that’s left
Sometimes your wings are bright white
We are the existential children
Lilac changes in chains of time
Dreams in forlorn passing matter
Call me in the clarion night
Wrestling with a justified life
Escape with French Horns and trumpets
Homelands like winter grass
Faith fallen before mammon’s towers
Science of the pharmaceutical witch
Your cape a shadow of Roman spears
Drugged by the mad apothecary
Lord Byron flees the lifeless mirror
Fever like the plague of Camus
The noble knight takes the pawn
Black and white
Spirit and soul
Crushed by her succubus chains
No sun light in the castle
She waits for me
Rings of satin magic
The terrible river flows like a raven
The world disappears like a storm
Black Sea with buried gold
Homer and his wild sirens
Her waves are dark with stiletto heels
Ravaged by a indigo beauty
Purple steeds of acrylic gargoyles
She dresses in silver fog
Freedom like the Grand Inquisitor
Every doubt offers a temple of concubines
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