Mister Opel

Lawrence Opel dwells upon the 33rd floor, realizing his life was to be no more His life of Scarlet could not replace his love for his Charlotte, it must have been strange no matter how he tried Endlessly finding himself falling down the stairs, noticing there wasn't any chairs Wondering his way through a prism of light, Opel's soul it shine so bright Passionate minstrel picks up Yesterdays tomorrows Opel couldn't realize They were transfixed upon eyes He wasn't far from his disguise He lived upon the 33rd floor Orange colored lights flickered down the spiraling staircase, Memory's of thoughts ago you notice the tapestry Jolly thoughts of painted confusions of a rheumatic orchestrated mind, a lover lies eternal sunshine, eclipse is blind