And a young innocent flower I still am, but your shadows trampled all over me, leaving an image unseen, unreal, untrue.
Bring forth your palpable ecstacies.
Make me bellow at your presence.
An unwavering image it is, entirely permanent. My, a dream, a dream, a vision brought forth.
Ingratitude levelled up, let’s drink champagne till the clock runs cold.
Cheers to the crowded walls of hell.