Spirts

“The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy 

I've been reading the true lies that you hide in the darkest of places. Not only does it describe the omnipresent laughs that sound about at night, it condors and cultivates the half bread dead beats who roam about at night looking for a peace of mind. Before we make such accusations of who is the rightful person to behold the eternal blessing of the so inspired spiritual beings, let us take a look back at history where the Gods ruled the planet and legends where born. 

Dante sure knew exactly what he was doing.

The Spiritual Journey in Dante’s Divine Comedy – Part 5 (Paradiso)

 

 

 

Make-up the lies for friends

On the waves that fall right on your spine and skin

they prickle me so lightly sending goosebumps real horrorshow.

Turn down any loose offers that promisse life to be easy

it's better than traveling without a heart in your chest.

And I'll do anything you ask for

anything you cry for

anything you begg for.

Talking about what you did last night is so retro,

that boy you kissed last night what was his name?

Blush up you look so pale, people will start to think your dead.

His breath is now the only think you crave for,

so lets start a riot to disrupt our social scene.

She'll start a fire now so hot it turns us on.

She'll start a riot now

She'll start a revolution.

Hey, did you wash your face?

All that make-up is waterproof so whats the use.

Instead draw another layer on for fake smiles with hollow laughs.

Don't fall in love with time for he is taken.

I have to fly south, oh, Texas is so far away.

Oh the rain that sings a white noise symphony and sonnet

they hold me so close forcing nerves of admiration for the clouds.

Real horrowshow.