At the water’s hill, Is a quarry in a query Up the will, Until the objects Of rendition, Has acquired […]


At the water’s hill, Is a quarry in a query Up the will, Until the objects Of rendition, Has acquired […]

On the lark to salvation, Reaches for the line Of lowered administration, Of admonition and surrender To a furor for […]

Wander into the rising ache, That dictates a mint On the purchase of their mistake, As an open exit to […]

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.

Understand then, That of all of when I chose now.

When I feel The pain That always Comes You do not Understand Who I become.

Expectation winds a web, For the fate of most Is decided in, The heads’ of ghosts.

Take me away You try But will you keep me, Once I die?