It’s a metamorphic world where nothing much makes sense.
Like the phases of the moon she’s there,
Then gone.
Will it be a recurrent thing?
A dream of a beautiful friend.
A metamorphic world,
Where nothing much makes sense.
She’s slick in her moves,
Plans it all out right?
Or is she just blessed by
INNOSENSE.
Something rare in this guilty world.
Her shadow shades my life,
Keeps me from all harm,
In darkness I lie.
Never knowing the truth.
It’s a metamorphic world,
Where nothing makes much sense.
All the wonders of life,
gone in a second.
Setting with the sun.
Goodbye to life.
Goodbye to friends.
It’s a metamorphic world,
Where nothing makes much sense.
Vixodus
xxx