422: Pouring the Lava On the Clock

pianist delights violinist,
paramedic deludes consciousness,
how did we conclude the parachute man failed to take pell mell and run off the bridge?
a ugly doggy barking,
i feel it has no point in life its annoying.

the showers floor tiles are beautifying,

the yearning for her is extremely continuity, its overwhelming,

the desire to hear her soft, loving voice is obnoxiously ontro.

I need the one that I love to continue to live.

I need the one way back to the ember, to feel her hugs,

from the one i love...

that feeling is perfect.

Someday it will last... someday we'll look back into the darkening past, and say"
we survived another day, now its time please freeze dont fly out the window!"

Yes thats right, you Mr Clock, once those 422 days are up I order you to stay put.

Id love it to smash you Mr clock, into oblivion, smash you flying by the usage of a golf club.

lost in a mosh pit, in a club, in a conference meeting,
in a different deluded dimension, where is my soothing sweetheart?
so far..let the ember be local.. i desire...be on site...i beg of it...please dont make me suffer anymore