Last time I slept,
I opened my eye,
and i said Hello,
to the voice in the sky,
So he told me a story,
the ebst in the world,
he relinquished the tale of the Philosopher's girl.
She would have the remedy,
to every problem you hold,
to turn the problems of lead,
it's solutions of gold,
but before I could ask,
to have her location shown,
the half-shadowed voice left me,
to search on my own...
Now I become real,
I'm born in the flesh,
yet I still feel,
as my soul tries to mesh,
while spirit and body struggle,
to join in mortal bond,
my eye tries to smuggle,
the light that clung on,
that oe shining fable,
the best in the world,
the glorious tale,
of the Philosopher's Girl...
Sins rolling on,
on curcumstancial sphere,
flase joy stabs safely,
at a single dark fear,
kives carve themselves out,
notes ringing in death,
canvas exposing the shadow,
suicide flees through my breath,
...through my breath...
were songs that were sung,
songs of a soul in pain,
fullblack shadow brining down,
it's macabre red rain,
yet happiness soared,
and depression recoiled,
at that one blissful thought,
of the Philosopher's Girl,
the search was beggining,
with destination in mind,
though it was truly the journey,
that I sought to find,
so with chisel and soul,
each in one hand,
was carved in the story,
of girl - best in the land,
yet genesis trapped me,
in consciousness fake,
watched my eye bleed,
as my heart would still break...
I opened my eye,
and i said Hello,
to the voice in the sky,
So he told me a story,
the ebst in the world,
he relinquished the tale of the Philosopher's girl.
She would have the remedy,
to every problem you hold,
to turn the problems of lead,
it's solutions of gold,
but before I could ask,
to have her location shown,
the half-shadowed voice left me,
to search on my own...
Now I become real,
I'm born in the flesh,
yet I still feel,
as my soul tries to mesh,
while spirit and body struggle,
to join in mortal bond,
my eye tries to smuggle,
the light that clung on,
that oe shining fable,
the best in the world,
the glorious tale,
of the Philosopher's Girl...
Sins rolling on,
on curcumstancial sphere,
flase joy stabs safely,
at a single dark fear,
kives carve themselves out,
notes ringing in death,
canvas exposing the shadow,
suicide flees through my breath,
...through my breath...
were songs that were sung,
songs of a soul in pain,
fullblack shadow brining down,
it's macabre red rain,
yet happiness soared,
and depression recoiled,
at that one blissful thought,
of the Philosopher's Girl,
the search was beggining,
with destination in mind,
though it was truly the journey,
that I sought to find,
so with chisel and soul,
each in one hand,
was carved in the story,
of girl - best in the land,
yet genesis trapped me,
in consciousness fake,
watched my eye bleed,
as my heart would still break...
-The first three pages of my 100 page poem "Philosopher's Girl". Written and inspired directly from the love she instills in me. <3 I love you, Vixy!
