The introversion of verity
A proclaimed relic of the past
the pious remnants in prosperity
a cushion talk
to demnify
in prospect of what I believed
at a given time
the enmity of grace
accustomed faces
piesces
a shadow complaint
to retrigger the immute rectangular solace
of payment
in your mind
A dream cascading
the invincible veritable closure
of a case endeavoured
the punctuality of sin
as I frequent in
deemed to loose
feet
Sway no advice in the mouth of strangers
they come at you with reason and blame
to young to understand
without a name
sane
the ritual prospect of a clean shout
scout
sworen
to uphold
what little significance prosper in lies
when you don't know who you are
the intention of an insolent betrayal
who could have lured you into this
of what came
the blizzard storm
they were like cats
licking to be adored |