nomanirvana

So let it be, a world of Truth
Let the ethereal fingertips prey for my dear.

For my wife,
I am married to the silken abysm
With cataclysm, let it usurp our throne.

(Yes it can even have,
This kingdom too.)

Be it, the wringer of my soul
Let the ethereal noose play with my life
And my wife, the wringer of the tears...
For its oceans, its treasures
And even my pleasures...

Let it have these too
And it take these
To you

I will forge, and offer again and again
The ironic words cast again and again

It can have this too
Finally though,
This isn't for you

I will see, and imbue into the skin

That which it shall never desire
It is the null
Of null's ire.

smirk

thats cool, I'm not sure what you are sayin for sure but it kinda sounds like you want to cast off this world and find a new one. Am I close?

nomanirvana

So let it be,
A world of Truth
Let the ethereal fingertips,
Prey for my dearest.

For my wife,
I am married to the silken abysm
In cataclysm,
Let it usurp our throne.

(It can have this too)

Let it be,
The wringer of my soul
Let it be,
That ethereal noose
To sway in the infinite distance
And to play with my kindred life

Whilst my wife,
She wrings out the harrowing tears
For its oceans, its treasures
Now even my pleasures,
May be taken to it in following years.

Let it have these too
And it take these
To you

I will forge, and offer,
Again and again
The ironic words cast,
Again and again

(It can have this too)

Finally though,
This isn't for you

I will see,
And imbue into the skin
That which it shall never desire

It is the null,
Of null's ire.