Permanent

Prologue:

Permanence is but magic.
Magic, is but lies.

Logue:

Suspended on the cusp of day
standing parallel on air,
my dirty mind is heading down
to meet the dirt that seems sincere.

Grounded once, never again
I'll spin round inject the day.
My blood suspended,
my heart flushed out,
pouting to be feard.

Reliving the moment before it's passed
gravity pulls but I'm not home
she thinks I'm an easy catch
but I'll not be seduced, not here.

I'll fight to win, indefinite permanence
though I know I fight to fail,
fill the space with space and fear,
I can not resist this sphere.

I will fall.




Epilogue:

Speaking words so tragic,
there's magic in your eyes.