And it was swaying, a little bit,

A little, avoidant personality, disorder,

Damn, so elegant at times,

A little, he was trying to say, nice dress you're wearing,

He was, not even trying,

To ease into it, if it was worth it,

He would respect it, maybe defend it,

Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

Infected with demons, bugs and ticks, the nine levels of hell, ignored dreams, shadow realms, amonst it all the possibility, how many times have I beeen eaten,

He just gave it up, he thought it wasn't worth anything, love and life, a propensity for selfishness, and sinning, so of course he was eaten,

Contracts in the sand, they were written out,

The fae liked it that way, and I had to pay my respects, to the Southern Gentleman,

All that could be, the denied possibility,

For living in the jar, outside of it, all of it, so much, the rest, had to exist, following an order, an alightment, was it just youth and strings,

Designed, spirits from a pool, it filled your cup, was it just sex, Aquarius, and what he'd move for, the denial, of Saturn, the moon, and Lilith, guiding me, dancing, a volleyball,

Spirits flowing, who knows where they go, regrets, because god must drink blood, and the truth must exist,

The sun and the moon, and the stars in the sky, so much astrology, we really do, all dance accordingly,

A portal, rabbit hole,

Is all I was ever looking for...