Pour your heart out, bloody my hands

caught red-handed in this wonderland

selling fleeting feelings feigning meaning

seeking depth in tides receding


retrieving flotsom junk upon the shore

after all, fools gold glitters like the stars

cojuring apparitions, images of riches  

passionless pieces of dreams come true


diamond encrusted, velvet sky

what is the answer you seek tonight?

to solve the riddles of space and time

or scour this world for a better life?


in words unspoken, your dream is the token

served on a gilded platter just for you,

on their hands and knees to worship thee

numb the sorrow through and through


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