Evanescence

Evanescence,
I picture the world around me
is pale and grim
A void of my scizhorprenic mind held by Odin,
waiting to pounce, waiting for me.
In his dreams I see him, goddess of imaginary light, I cry to thee. Whilst I listen to the classical routine doctrine of your songs, I collide with Fate and Destiny; for it is a long, begotten role-playing game, I incision; a world full of machina a world full of doctrine, depicting a god no one ever sees, but all humanity has to endure.
I walk through Imaginary flowers that garnet my Garnet of Alexandria as Isabella Swan of Stepanie Meyers's Twilight in a yellow Final Fantasy suit worn by that princess, just imagining; an imaginary world, imagine me as I write you down to the masterful canvas. A faint Farakan-vy of emotional etudes and gestures of the spirit of Springtime in the netherworld of a once-doomed religion. A Virgin Mary; A Santa Clause. A gesture. A wink of my destiny of Twilight Suzuka, goddess of her own silence of forbidden conversations between You and I, and the imaginary world of scizhorprenic phenomenon of the parallel worlds of Memory, Melody, and Dream known as Sanity, Insanity, and Jurisdiction of the phoenix flame within.
Forever, is the retribution of self-acknowledgment, the Protagonist of the Story, and the Prophet Muhammad.