The last second to a song

A tone has began to grow
And It's coming unusually slow
Like a symphony" 
that from nowhere 
"hits a high tone"
Too melodies 
that once blew...
to give cold chills 
"a flow"

" when it arrives"
"It will be the show"
"The last main trow"
"The grant event" once more"
And the last ending where the lost finishes last
and nothing ever beyond that.. can't everlast..

And In the mind..

The heart has arrived.
And in it a thought" a image was applied,
it was too teach sacrifice,
 and be patient for a price.
That's a sound" that can only bring
".... singing rings with a hearts in between
playing soundless but leangle together.
.... regardless.... wherever..... whenever... 4ever..

... I'm captivated"
 By a view and it's melodies 
that are simply colouring...
The existence of it brings attraction to itself
In many ways is just understanding myself. 

Ricocheting vibes" like a generic sound alike"
But still soundless as a wave moving spineles
A rhythm not a bliss only wavy is mermaid and a lovely dish. In the end" the movie watches her as she slips away to a never returning day.
Look how Without turning a end hits the ending.
And the curtains fall Waverly through all noiseless.
It's Flapping byes the whole time, with
waves in the eye's. 
farthest is furthest
As they begin to cry. 
then after the end we don't exsist anymore. 
we can't even pretend to try....

©poetrydelivery