The Miranda Immortal

Could I travel to the end of my imagination
Where would my insanity lead me
I kneel in a candle lit sanctuary
I cry in the company of shadows
The after burn of death
I walk a lonely cobble stone street
Somewhere where fairies dance in the town square
Upon water fountains, dandelion locked dreads
And the light scatters through shattered wooden windows
a grace of memory
For no one is there
But the little children still dance amongst the ruins
And only the echo of their laughter ensues
Mountains crumble, the earth quakes
But it is only the wind ruffling my hair
Sparkling, the crystal tears of the seasons
The evolution through time, the encumbrances bestowed by man
Would I lose my body
Can I leave my mind
Taken by the hand, my inner child
Led by the heart
Mystical realm
It showers of a tickling mist
And I joyfully giggle
Joy is a product of simplicity
Desires are a mirror reflection
The eyes; windows to the soul within
Will I live
Could I die
Be it I'm alone
Was I ever otherwise
But the sprinkling of leaves snowing down on me...
And I look to the skies
Collectively, the satellites have come to carry us away
The view must be extraordinary
Beauty in terrestrials
And hope is falling through the atmosphere
I am the person I'm put here to be
Creation, extinction
Breathing- the experience of our lives
Though shallow, we still exist
And I tell you; don't fear them
For ignorance is the greatest weapon we ever gave them
Be it the worst
I passionately kissed reality goodbye
She was so hard to let go of at first
Will I miss her
Is this right
Could I give more to care
Cause silence is the quietest thing known
And best when not broken
Unheard
Unseen
For they are still picking up the pieces
Of their broken hearts
The hearse slowly crawls to a stop
But all the headstones were removed
Cause memories were too harsh
And ashes float better on the wind

Plastic
And action figures are all the rave
Game Over
Continue?
Repopulation
And I will float quietly at the bottom of the river