Like the pouring rain.

In the swift daze alcohol eyes

the passionate clearing

I stare at the moon wild as a beast

what tore my heart apart

And I see it is you my friend

where I'd wish it'd be you and I

honest before God with shoes on him

and regrets to deny

the attendancy of late

I dreamt a stair of clouds

to deem her prouds

never to envigourate this naked touch

of a fools eye

up on the sky

I deemed an invincible love

for the moments I knew

the dream was you

of what I shudder

whence they know

I played a prank on you

and now you can not forgive me

I dread and fear with all this glare

of a certain lair

the insistent portrait I am in

of the times

I can hear your laughter still

whomever signed you off

it weren't me

though we parted

coldly

I wish and want one day

for us to meet again

Where once again I can be that friend

I looked for

though admired darely

your face of freedom

is gone in shackled fear

come near to me

and loose yourself

upon the instant of a flicker

fame famine foretell

what bestowed her well

the priority to adore

I care not of vanity

which I am exhumed for

in the incident

there is light

of sight

dream with me

a sacred doll

mends held music through eventuality

where it never ends

I'll be spitting on my image

And when they come after me

the shoe-laced ticket owners

I'll tell them

I bought my way into heaven

You whom reem the crust

of insistent manners in trust

please adore my innocence

The creature relief

a posed distant survey

to an answer

Dainty light

you bridge over rivers

should I care

The casual rarity in terms

to reattain sanity

spoken in waves

an inane shadow plays

to bend the rim of horizons

upon the ocean

what I uttered next

Listen

I am close to loosing it

don't ask me why

this just isn't what I came for

Why can't you stay clear?

A flute melody whispers

the evident

born of blood bound to glory

the furious entropy

of sands

to adjourn the splendour at hands

a ginny brink paper boy

speaks of loneliness

upon which the assessed proper

sink deeper in

I mend my clothes in blood

the realization I am a coward

the acquiration it can not be known

of what soaked in curses

the brilliance of wind-flowers

and I won't be long