ACT V
In the case that this advent is horizon to the storm
allow me proudly fist to spend while I open doors
in the case that my only anchor to grace is forced
early extinction when permission is the bastard of a whore...
take her from me, watch the color exit earth,
sky above me drench in dirt, trust the hover of hatred when it bursts
aboard heart, minus life from her breast--much confess do i
peace without she is nevermore
good sir, you've managed too well to find her
spread your venom dancing but good sir
she's hell to vanish, a survivor form
definition of a silhouette, the interest
of each drum beat my cardiac machine is kicking for
and all hopes in the most her will provides to kick you
in the throat and distance between your hands and her life will grow
grow...grow...like new earth as a grave for you good sir
as she's preserved and she'll breathe as you won't
if i have two and you have one
then you have two and a third
just in case something happens to the first
just continue breathing
and i'll do anything you need
i'll do everything you need
lung! lung! my kingdom for a lung
lung! lung! my kingdom for a lung
watch as the moon takes the night, youth in shade
plots that consume parlour of plight loops in place
no use fretting as a flight freight chapter
in charter captured misery's default setting
and its ever sound, this twilight broken brook
i took from her lips, a love, and among all its compounds
a prism to bend a head from shrouds
take her from me--it must be why capsules
taught me how to drown
there's a fire in the day, never so fair
immense desire, i'd kill a million christs
for one strand of her hair
an empire as a trade, my queen of spades
i'll take ten ozones for her life
in the case that this advent is horizon to the storm
a room shuts with her and opens nevermore
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