My lord I am in a failed role upon a stranded shore bore of old no place to rest only holes in ground bound to the earth of rocks and bleached bones save me from this self created hell

Loud is screams protected from all heathen interface

Proud minds push the minds of passion left in the wild

Lingering sounds place mercy found on a road paused

Heart skips beats upon travel from the willing to the wild defined

Pray in cupids everlasting push over the edge consumed

Eyes roll past revelation of warm milk left to cover my need

Limbs fling ever born upon a wood dress left for the fiord needed

Sank low ripping past lighter side in soft tavern laughing for the good

Piano keys pound as souls climb up on a sleep given freedom

Cold she wraps me up to view a better candle left in window maze

Drank all the music to beneath the street of neon practice sound

Trees fall in hue practices love elopes on a need

Rained a valiant excuse to bleed purity in a barrel left to catch morning rays

Snails of time perfect mindless in empty upon a place traced in fingers come

Sword drawn a charge comes to be a lady in need waits to resolve death

Crag drips from the words never said on a meal waiting response from gone

Jag slips intelligence escaped with a net mended in souls falling away

Hurt pause in a southern sky as for the cross to bear fruit of now in tears

Less slipped onto canvass reading artists brush waking nude

Rock played oft her brains splattered into the swell of beauty staid

Head down sips on stones worn thin on shoes lost in ticking behind

Seraph pushes on back earths willing talks on a remember

Glitter reflects a part of tiny winding spring dried

Friendly swells asked to sleep on a knapsack full wiling known

Health pulls as the want calls for something cold but

Stealth evaporates into think for it is long and sad clown