The Book of the Dead.

A fresh peach picked after the morning light,
a soft rose to your face tonight,
an inviting voice calls you to love,
Come,
Be,
Wait no more,
I am here,
We are together finally,
Come dream and wish with me.

Lover come,
Know me as I know you,
Reach for me as I reach for you,
Kiss me as I kiss you,
be,
Want no more,
Miss no more,
Have me as I have you.

Even if we die, we will be born again in each other,
and when you sleep I will be your dream,
and when you eat I will be your strength,
and where you go I will follow,
a shadow by your side.

Half of you is me,
half of me is you,
the sun is your skin,
the moon is your blood,
but I am your soul,
Forevermore.


(Feel free to give this to your special someone, or to use it on your special day. - best wishes Raileus.)

Small moments where I am pain free,
free from the reality of my restraints,
free from my sick mentality,
free from my body dysmorphia,
it's sick preoccupation, the horrors it leaves me with.
Washed away by a sea of nothingness, while I stay underwater with it, but I am on top of it.
I still search for me sometimes,
but my feelings aren't real, and
the things I was taught are not me.
As I stand, I stand incomplete,
trying to be the world's version of me.
But a monster can never become a man,
a fish will never be a bird,
It's wrong to believe that I will ever posses wings.