Blood red sockets eyes of the apocalypse rain on the waves of this early flowing day. The fear is present on the wings of the pleasant and the pink is swaying on the winds of the west. Wisps of heaven Swim in the mirrors edges that is the time in this endless clime. Feeding the psyche beauty and sound uniting singing a parable to the oaks resplendent. Magic's uninspired a whim that goes higher and so is fired by tardy wayward beams of light, ideas and fatigue. Wishing for first person look for a cure and find it shockingly in that blowing, azure-red lure.