tonight

like any other night, i walk the halls of my mundane imagination, left to pick up the trashed ideas and mold them into a vessel used to ship off to a land of boisterous lust, i must get there.

when this day is over i am left to sit along those walls of mundane imagination and ponder the wasted efforts used to dagger the hearts of the careless & forgettable. Forget it. its over. but when its over it'll be so good because thats how it should... be.

i cant see anything beyond the horizon so capture this moment and seal the lid, never expose it to anyone who dares to doubt the beauty that you say matters.

stomp on the hearts of the dream killers, those are the ones who trample the path of the victorious and thus must be thrown into the dust. i care too much to be engulfed by their hate, unaware they are they fuel my fire to reach hire, fulfill my desire.

my dear sir for this i ask are you for hire?