…when you appear,
i pedal your sanity, vanity, hopelessness, and fear.
your feathered kiss is no more.
our love pleads for peace in an unwarranted gore.
this vow of amnesia seems barely bearable,
yet fuels my possession as i scribble each parable.
bleak days of orange emotion bring blissful melodies to life.
tainting each angel remains my only vice.
the mind's mirror, too often, catches my gaze.
i wouldn't mind the luxury of a bit more haze.
I'm convinced we will never hold a similar view.
My creation is limitless, but my days are few…