-Damn The Imps-
Dance with me in moonlit summertime
Spiraling in ecstasy toward our timely graves
Whilst laughing in the face of death
With hearts strong-beating.
Overcome with me the darkest Peru
Where the Fire Imps dwell, plotting their plots
And whispering their whisps.
Weave a web of woven wonder with a world of wishes
Alliterate all answers and ask anything of me
With assonance that pours like sanguine snakes descending flights of slippery stairs
I want you to profess your love in poetic unconvention
Break off into staccato
Talking
So
Softly
That I can hardly hear ? Hardly move ? Hardly worth trying any more
Nonsense is sense and dreams are reality
When in your arms I find a paradise unlocked
By the keys of the heart long-hidden deep inside the pit
Of an abyssal depression waiting to consume my galaxy
Its insatiable maw gnashes for more suffering
But with your force of love I shall sew it shut
Tacking it closed with staples and string
The enemies of melancholy
Kiss me quickly before the alarum bell sounds without
And I am left cursing the new light of day
As I groggily climb from my stuffy room and into the scalding showers.
Phantom
Sprite
Whatever you may be
Find me Love me Keep me
Dance with me in moonlit summertime
Spiraling in ecstasy toward our timely graves
Whilst laughing in the face of death
With hearts strong-beating.
Overcome with me the darkest Peru
Where the Fire Imps dwell, plotting their plots
And whispering their whisps.
Weave a web of woven wonder with a world of wishes
Alliterate all answers and ask anything of me
With assonance that pours like sanguine snakes descending flights of slippery stairs
I want you to profess your love in poetic unconvention
Break off into staccato
Talking
So
Softly
That I can hardly hear ? Hardly move ? Hardly worth trying any more
Nonsense is sense and dreams are reality
When in your arms I find a paradise unlocked
By the keys of the heart long-hidden deep inside the pit
Of an abyssal depression waiting to consume my galaxy
Its insatiable maw gnashes for more suffering
But with your force of love I shall sew it shut
Tacking it closed with staples and string
The enemies of melancholy
Kiss me quickly before the alarum bell sounds without
And I am left cursing the new light of day
As I groggily climb from my stuffy room and into the scalding showers.
Phantom
Sprite
Whatever you may be
Find me Love me Keep me