Predate a million and one, Launch to space only seconds away
The countdown continues, I seek its audience
Watching the television with glared vision, I stare
And precious few moments remain, Clobbering a Megadeath overture
My heart beats in unison with the clock, Digital in the morning mist
Red LED like crimson dragons, Sun reflecting through their transparent wings
And this is the beginning, When the war meets the chaos
Order is acknowledged, But forgotten
No blood, Only bodies fermenting in the sunlight
In the red dragon light, As the counter beats closer to zero
Yet we never have analyzed the importance of these fractional seconds, But tell that to the ___Hopeless lover
Who knows the value of a millisecond’s worth of golden hair brushing his skin, It’s gentle caress
__ That he remembers until his dying day
Or tell it to the string musician, Shall his notes depart from their course he has only life itself to
__ Bring order to chaos
Before the audience takes notice, The same audience watching me watch the Red
__Crimson LED
Clock as it approaches zero

They say I listen to the music too loud, But I disagree
I hear it different than they, Something they miss
Never enough now, Taking it all away
The words just resonate more vibrantly in my ears,
A paradox to wise men
But it’s not the music I hear, I see instead
And it’s not music I’m seeing, Something different
I see illusions diffusing, Another body I have yet to love
Feminine, yes this I am sure
I want to rock this night, And I shall through the old music
A nectar of improbable poison, Quite a passion
I’ll blow out tonight
A nuclear explosion, But I am that hopeless lover with nothing to show save the hair on my
__ Shoulder
I carry on, Charting my days somewhere long lost in the fruitless capacity of my wondrous
__ Stem
And Heaven (A majesty one could only ever dream about) is sweeter, I shall not lie (A majesty
__ Such as Heaven is sweeter than this)
But Earthly endeavors don’t ever come as close as this, So how do I know that this isn’t all
__ Feigning
How do I trust my own emotions when they were made solely on hopes and dreams, Their own
__ Root floating lost somewhere in an ocean of
Denizens (The devouring deep of long lost lovers)

Come on in and shine, Hopeless is only my brand
We’re working our way towards naked cremation, A grotesque and pretty concept
My delusions are those of confusion, Too much illusion in this allusion
Of beating hearts in swinging ballads, No one likes a Shakespeare
But I can’t help it, The sestina ends in one long line (Thief of Always, The counter reaches zero)