I was on, That side So I had lost, The name.

I was on, That side So I had lost, The name.
We move forward, Yet what I have, Will never Catch me, Back.
My shadow self in silhouette, Has tested confidence In where the face is, Of my selfless To be said.
Allow for a condition, Propped up by A cascading, Decision To stop, Living still And fly.
Endure for the poise, Of purpose In the purple octaves, That plays For a shaded noise, That activates A way […]
At the joints of rigor, Is a momentary figure Fleeting as is meeting still, The augmentation Of sensations fill.
A conversation among, The rain Is all it takes To love the pain.
I could not Take Myself Anymore So I took Me And lost My mine Once more.
The reaching hand, Has resurrected Shadow’s ink, To write a man Into disruption’s Think.