The boyhood long was gone
Song of living
Nowhere to be
found


Decree of me left cold in the bold repressive stake of tried

Flee said she in colubrine of style lent in trees to be

Hail and wail come forth the shell of hell combine

Flail a whale of notice in close to be the other side of see

Motion takes its place in quail wafting startled dog in mind

Ocean picks the moon to soon to be left behind a cry

Pleasure left in face and rest coming to be a new shrine

Measure the soul upon a throne and pyre to a sky

Maid laid upon a bed to wed a queen let not a try

Played well in seventh street retreat she on the drugs lie

Seething not eh asp or perhaps the fading of a night sigh

Breathing in and out we find the sought of fundamental dies

Avoid a place where erase and man have girls toyed

Abhor the chore of hoping to eradicate the love of ground and noise

Clogs we a street in vision kept oven of truth descend on a bell

Dogs of hell take the wise as it dies upon her altar tell

Neck in palace to fabricate and passion lost long ago

Check with the mind as the heart does find a place to hide

Spoken cold upon the pride of a silly sigh and I have no place to roam

Broken in heart and body keeping a diary of me to sleep free

Touch him in the age of page following sage wisdom done

Much adore in you left to shed the feelings of love lost in dream

Tread not this snake but awake to transaction left cold and dead

Shed the tears of love standing in the stream being a fail jailed

Head as strong as the wrong left to be resolved by restitution dead

Bed holds her in jail she set upon for the son and the wild eyes

Confess as she undresses his body for the party of one on one

Dress for the silver upon the floor of more to come only a trail left

Roars of laughter in the hereafter bring on sadness as it trails the vision wring

Shores take as wanton presence in trust driving the living direction needed

Gale sails in the willing hope as the smoke erodes eh palace walls falling

Trail in the roe pedals dancing in teardrops falling for the love keeps score

Clear the path, as the after calf is a gold drawing upon a stage still forming

Shear clears the atmosphere of treason in tight fear of fates on the late regret

Flame burns the turn of wings singe as the ears fall to dampen hear and now

Came a silence in the cold of night assailing fortnight lost in eyes burning me

Lack of strength make sway for rivers fading in sun lit trivial casting

Back in the hat of magic living for the son upon the dawn of dreams reaching

Finding only the raw cold reality of a firm hand shake
Deaths last decree

Innocence gone