So to that wording, Has warmed them Into a mission, Without a target Or restriction.


So to that wording, Has warmed them Into a mission, Without a target Or restriction.

Ends of dependence, Are that remote Remorse, For those alone.

Judgement at who you, Cannot accept Is who that you are, Which you will not Admit.

A step within Those eyes Was Their Aftermath And mine Too.

With the recurrence Of the letters That mean no My openness To trying Goes and Goes.

I was a fool to believe again, To believe at all And always for another, To fight against the end […]

And then, All the Succulents Drowned.

The what that I will Believe For you.

Happening in the open, Of empty chance Is the conversations, Of millions Heard by one alone, In the happenstance.