Schizophrenic Heart

The Beautiful Specter, the illusion that parades in circles of hell. Heaven on earth as some would call it, bodacious, undomesticated temple, with a cultivated summit.  Making kings appear to be God like, and even making common men feel less imperative, I give you the beautiful women.  They say beauty fades away but time crosses into vertigo and elopes with frozen time every minute she passes by.  Passing by always appearing as angelic as ever, knowing she’s a devil,  but I don’t care at the moment.  This is a Double Illusion, the devil mimics the angel;  While the child mimics the devil.  When I glance at her I feel as though I am walking on ponds with pins inward , pondering how great the fall would be if I escaped into a ice hole.  Freezing to a red death would save the heart wouldn't it?, escaping the flesh only to be pricked by your touch, nova cane couldn't numb what the heart aches.  Ill will to see what is in front of you but to be unable to seize a predominant position on the affairs of her heart.  To have a tongue but to not speak, or to be mute and not be able to speak.  Crying out the silent voice of what the spirit has been searching for every since you left your mother.  To want what you are unable to have at the moment, the moment that the boy becomes jester, the bodacious “princess” of the metropolis,  the bureaucracy of her friends, all these components of the rambling sober minded love struck subconscious no one.  I give you the mind of a schizophrenic subconscious heart.