| Glowing white veins travel across the sky In madness and spellbound Seemingly erratic But percisley calculated and intended Perhaps God is angery with the world They distract me for a moment They take my attention off the pouring rain that is pounding against the vehicle Heavy and constant Liquid smears up the windshield Like little streams of little ghosts pleading to be let in Like translucent hands tapping on the windows All concise All in fear It is September and we're on the freeway In the calm of her car We are traveling at high speeds Near the high point of a storm But all I can hear is the music she is singing along to All the lyrics pass perfectly through her lips All I want is for you to smile when your happy And for you to scream when your hurt She toys with me like ambrosia But I know how to love her now I recognize her signature scent Her opium aroma It was the same scent on Loki's breath |
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