The brain, needing it's rightful place. Cries of lingering tears.
I lay, upon the room of darkness. Thinking of it's sorrow. I empty...
The spirit. Hanging on the hook. My flowers, at the feet.
Sweetness, upon her death and colors. Brightfully weathered...
A pillow, for my temple of images. When I assure, I perceive.
Softness of wonderment, seeing no anger, I fell for failure...
Ernestly, upon my tree. Climbing high to the sea; of whiteness.
No moon in sight. Breezily I touch, the sheets, pillows and bears.
Attacking the conscious, of rationale. Fighters of innocence...
Forever in limbers of coolness. I address those wounds, of spirtual torture.
Awakening the children, under the arms of myself. Sweetness...
Drifting through mysteries of nothing. That invisible moment of joy
Covers, of missing lights. No longer available, the truth and the gray
Winded migration of blood, releasing the air of exhaustion for...
In the bed. Confessionate being able to pray. Quietly...
Without, the laughter of angering thoughts. I follow, slowly through the steps.
Of mindful memories, in the past. Cherishing it's place, it's a noice
Sweethly condenssed, making a wrinkle.
An arraingment of feelings. A pillow, of sombering delight, my britttle bones, to rest tonight.
Mentality of waters. The meters and clocks. Singing their faithful tune. Revealing in the dark. I sing and I dance. Within
the confines and chambers. Of earthly projections, perception.
I have been forced, to live. The lines, have been blurred the vision of...
The place of regrets, rest. Upon the pillows, make it.
Singing the songs. I, shall join the image.