Interrupt Me.

It's flooding with accustomed loneliness,

this Cryptogramic Mind of mine.

It even ranges with bracing moods and fears now
they flash, my lash:

The red carpet awaits you-

smiles and laughs.

Superficial?

Let's face it, this is no land of authenticity.

You be my Bride,

We'll race through fields,

clasp our souls together

So Tight.

We'll watch the cosmos's multitude entwine, and I'll Laugh for you, cry too.

Give me a purpose, I'll give you the Damn Love.