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.