Sew me blind to face of present fate
open wounds and turn the reel
dashing gleams the tears of dust
blowing away…
Hard to the touch
soft to the blow
if it don't wander
it will never know
Wide seeds spread over time, kneels over
close the lips and touch burden
foreboding glance of significant image
bodies of sacrilegious rights
bubbling over…
covered so sick
strange to the eye
if it don't wander
it will never fly
stitch my faith of lasting longing
hold the beast against my face
yearning random turning sour
pursing lips the cup a sip
Clasp it tight in my window
holding fast the weeping widow
creep the night for just a glimmer
drink the dancer growing thinner
cradle pardoned abscessed picture's
smoldering avoided an instance
bleed so gone a silent chill
shivers sorrow on the sill
clean to the surface
soiled and mean
if it can't cower
it disrupts the dream
Crimson my veins the winds deception
utter plastic phrases of dilution
to stir a lame stem
altered perception turned dry painted rotten
lovely so cancered
charred and waxed
if it can't go
it will never be back
cradle what has not been lost
burst the flame a worthy host
bleed so gone a silent chill
dust the sorrow on the sill