Alabaster Watershed

Mortal remains in an alabaster watershed. Feel the pins and needles dancing on the eyes of your soul, reminding you of desperate days gone by and crystalline dreams of forsaken futures. Your mind reaches out for the whispers of eternity on satin chains of lavenders breath.

Wish for me.

Wish with me.

Hold me in the arms of your desire. Consume me in your passion for life beyond the amethyst rythmns of mortal unbliss.
 
Speak for me.
 
Speak with me.

Alone? Never.
Awake? Always.

Speaking only in the dark chambers of my wandering soul. Sightlessly searching for obscure infamy.

Loving.

In a far off place of rosemary and time. Treat me to the spectacle of your calamity, for I judge not the watching eye of humanity. I need not accept your tokens of serenity.

I long for knowing truth.

Lie to me.

Wrap me in the arms of your insincerity, for I know the truth in your eyes. We are the same, you and I, hoping to seethe with a fury of fervor amidst wandering eyes of opal incandescence.
There is no more.