Prismic
My dear, my baby baby dear,
Why do you cry?
Here had kept you not
Warm, safe, dry?
In here have blinds
To reduce the sears,
In here saw bleeds
To replenish your tears.
In here have lights,
have sweets, have sights,
Have athousand and athousand more.
Have things ashine, have things so fine,
Have things I'd only adore.
Yet, My Dear,
My Baby, baby dear,
Why do you cry?
Why do I cry?
Because whispers of a past so bright,
so burning, burning alight,
refuse to leave my door.
Dears I have, Dears I've got,
Dears I've dreamt of so long before,
Yet dears so dear snuffle not the fear
That sings to those cursed memories.
Why do you not leave me be...
Why not?
Yet still to this rhyme I'll lament,
Of pains unable to repent,
Of innocent bloodshots sent...
My Dear, My Dear, My Baby Baby Dear,
Why do you cry?
Thank You...
Maomoi, Shelarh, Dao, John, Oliver, Seeing, Leopie, Wanting,
You've made this warmth so much more bearable.
And you, I wish I didn't have feelings for you anymore.
Happy Birthday... to me,
Happy Birthday to... me...
Happy Birthday.... to the one benamed... Felix Kyros Ang Mao Ler...
Sounds un-a-flowing it does.
It does from these rough, creavaced, breathless lips,
Sound Alien, no?
Feelings, feelings,
Begone, I beg of you.
The gushing, roaring emptiness are all you'd bring
To my broken blood,
To my bleeding heart.
Happy Birthday to...
Sigh
Me.
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