Wasted tomorrows,
And grueling eternities,
Are in short supply
To the blow that struck upon innocence,
And created the loudest rhythm.
I have emotions, do I not?
I bleed the grandest colors,
To a world that cannot see them,
For they are divided,
Between success and failure.Love is where we stare
To the sky.
Love is where we reach
To the other end
Of a lone and barren field.
I have come off
A carriage made from teeth and tombstones,
From which flesh was chewed
And death was made an art.
I have come to see where love has been dropped off.I am immediate,
In my embrace, am I not?Just a man with something to say
In the ear of a woman without a smile,
Though, coated in the worst denial
That could ever wet her skin.
