On this dreary night
Dark damp and hazily out of sight
To whom do I extend this vessel
To whom do I extend this love
A ship set to sail, out on voyage
Swimming along the gilded shore
Not awaiting that white dove
The heavens twisting and turning
The waves spinning and churning
Everything clashing, like mortar and pestle
Everything collapsing, like earth and entropy
Everyone's shame, like molasses and caulobacter crescentus
Everyone's faith, like water and steam
There is another way.
There is no other way.
Let us not evoke the yesteryears
Or look forward with broken ears
The size of a man's heart.
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This is for you. I'm going to do another one too.
I decided it would be best. Since sickness has kept you in rest.
For you to be so happy. I can only dream after I nappy...
Your hair; Blonde as a raven.
Made of Real Gold; Which Midas hand never raved in.
And NOW!!! I must say…
My breath; You have taken away.
My lungs; I've lost them… they've fallen far astray.
To embarrass myself, I shall bestow.
Upon every moment, even eternity's frown.
Of this Life, or of this Death.
Whether bright Light, or this black whole's path.
I have chosen the latter,
I have chosen the raven,