W.

long-lost desert of the dark sea

we are the travellers somewhere below

scrolling through the lost & unfound

convening with the pressure

Oh

life is bigger the elders said

the travellers were born larger than the life

to enhance & enlarge the life

often times they are the whisperers of the night

whispering to our shadows

begging us to believe

bedazzling in our shadows

hazing in our ice

replenishing with our fire

always always always

always

there

their swords entitled to their chest

their hearts might as ice

their souls blooming the dark

the reason they fight

they pay the price

withholding the must-al catastrophe

this world should burn

burn with the icy cold

melted to

vitalized within

be brave enough to carry your own

long-lost fairytales they appear in

the mythic creatures that redirect people from their sense of sight

orphans of this world

born & raised to embody the voices

embody the fog

whisper to the ones that belong

the others

filling their senses with the whipped cream

creamy bullshism

O' dear your eyes are going to burn you one day

the icy truth will hurt

so just

sew your covers

when they open

they shall hurt

and there are the impassionate imposters

hello

how are you today

pretending to see from the eyes of an old soul

tell me dear

have you ever seen the whispers of the night

the voices of the soul

do you even know that we spoke the same world

oh please

make yourself home

go live your sweetest lie

don't let me hold you back

from standing at point 0

right where you belong

you sewed the lie on the body suffering the soul

Hello World.

Goodbye.