Sing me softly to deep sleep. With your song, my heart to keep. Your golden hair, like golden strings; That to my soul a sorrow brings. A sorrow deepest, deeper yet, That all my love I must regret. Your song keep going through the night, And so do I with half-blinded sight. But in the darkness I can see; Guided by your voice, into eternity.
And with a gust of defeat; the future seems familiar. Has the oneness forgotten about me? The interconnectedness of futile Embellishments followed by straights of garbage, lack-luster trash, soul-less sirens of shit-laced spines, irrelevance, trains without brakes. Exposure, death, the
Strangers from incident, lies for distance, pitfalls of living infrequent, Rushes of sympathy pass over like fever sweat. In concurrent motion the wolves swarm on the lifeless carcass. Impending emotions fill the hole in my stomach, my chest continues to
In the sea of flesh: pomegranates. I will not say what I mean. In nameless pit of hollow breast, a parting kiss of poetry. I will count my steps tonight. walking on tectonic plates before the quake hits. It was