Selfish Thoughts

The psychology of a melancholy lover

Fired eyes may whole be still
And a dying mind may be distilled from white water
To each own dissolved by the vapour barrier
Banks of air suffocate the encouraged mind
To whom might fear regret

Bullets of truth shrine society
Greeting in shouts of a misinformed desire
That one may whisper in God's ears
"I hope you're well displaced by the politics revolving around your mind"
And within liberators the sword may be Arthur's destiny

And you may find no purpose of this articulation
Or grasp the meaning of my salutations
But the words only truly explain
The mind I put to display
If you understood the melancholy lover
The wish to love in winds of tides

I hold the golden letters true
To my melancholy strings
May you honorary mind hold fit
To each own words I carriage return to you