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


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

Hold me, Hostage By what, I’m not And I will, Never Get Free.
We move forward, Yet what I have, Will never Catch me, Back.

I told them, I was feeling blurred And that the purgatory, Of the answerless Was mine, To be assured.

In the delegation Of derogatory Allocation My expression Is an allegory That is already Mistaken.
Is the chaos of a fall, A pattern After all?
Doubt inside anxiety was eating yes away And then it was guilt Deciding tomorrow As today.

And so they bloom, And with that merrymaking Meets the somber tune, At the legacy After gale’s broom.

Endure for the poise, Of purpose In the purple octaves, That plays For a shaded noise, That activates A way […]