It seems like dreams when it aches the spin on deaths
reaping havoc those arms left empty one more fantasy too many occasions like
talking to a damn wall the art in its sin/ Love was serious asking for
redemption I agonize over ubiquity as there in longevity so much indicative
behavior/ Why in hell the fierce challenge like climbing God like becoming a
holy ghost/ did all I could/ so many interruptions/ so sacred where ember is
flaming/ a mansion in its castle wherefore a holy entity those eyes on me if to
conceal pain eyes watery filth on us the way we lie the sullen happiness so
close it churns/ something watches it specializes at miseries those in brains
to awaken losing sanity/ never knew roles never ate silence never so close to a
soul’s sorrow never as filled with learning one final absence this is rain on
hypnotics/ poly-beliefs/ raised to sense spirit as in strength never asked for
those tales as one grows deaf abusing his soul asking permission to drag a
spirit to curse an arc/ touched by numen unearthed too often making waves
turning tables as disputing behavior in which I exercise behaviors/ a hypocrite
a monster with many days at thoughts as breaking ground/ Love knew it was
spinning to listen to the unsaid with terrors coming from adolescence the
stream aggravating its intensity with pains speaking the coarse innocence those
begging Jesus trying at intervention many miles between miracles so separated a
mind made wholeness those parts in pieces in which most deceased so celebrated
at an old inclination/
