I came out from the cold;
She made my dark light,
I was mangled, wrangled, broken and battered;
She was quick to excite,
‘cause her eyes come mercifully blind to the beaten and shattered.
It was like evil didn't matter,
Truth was far after,
And disaster sank the minerals of her many miniscule patterns.
And here's the hard truth,
‘cause love's no equal:
she's a mesmerized magical elf with no prequel,
a one-time once-in-your-life reckless emotional sinner with no sequel:
She's the paradoxical pattern of mutated liberty,
The crazy shit in caffeine that doesn't let you breathe,
The thing from your nightmares that never lets you scream,
The pinnacle of excellence that transcends your wildest dream,
Eats fire and steam,
And rips your every seam:
A prescription of masterful depiction,
She's part of the injection that shows no affection,
A twisted relation that shows no duration.
Sudden death is far too good for her purpose,
‘cause she rains down apocalypse with more than four horses,
She'll sail to your New World and serve your natives four courses:
Disease, decapitation; death worse than multiple sclerosis-
Add the destruction of your dogma and you'll be left with no torches.
But here, what I say is critical.
She's the waterfall that triumphs your every disaster,
She's every skip you've ever stepped; every breath you turned to laughter,
A realization of the literal,
She's analytically cyclical,
But a redemption of a miracle.
She feels no pain; her middle name may as well be invincible.
But she's akin to frankincense and myrrh:
At the end of the day,
I wanna say I'll leave this world with her.
...For the girl who makes my heart beat out of my chest like a damn cartoon character.