Oasis - 2010/07/21

Little fairy where have you scampered to?
The scorching sun simmers and it broils,
Leaving my lips without words to insist,
This degenerate way I need you to exist.

Was it all a dream when you spoke to me?
Your searing visage blinded these eyes,
As harpsichords played symphonies of hell,
Beautiful malevolence of which I did tell.

Is your desertion an illusion or a lie?
To mourn this loss of what I never had,
Is infestation of masochism at the core,
As I long for the suffering all the more.

So dear fairy of what should I dream?
If only you'd return and guide my hand,
Together we could unlock heavyset eyes,
Spinning many threads of marvelous lies.

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