All and all in the dying dream,
And the lost girls scream for the pretty years,
And the fears of light has scraped their bones
To tones of harsh and brutal sounds.
All and all in the breaking dawn,
The dead and born have shed their skins
For the seeping sins of he and she,
Who groped to be with flesh and lust,
Who rust their souls in damp and dust,
And must, might, and sickly kiss
The mouldy miss of dames and such,
And loved her sad and all too much.
2009 POEM. I HAVE NO IDEA NOW WHAT THE POEM IS ABOUT. I STOPPED WRITING THIS KIND OF POETRY HEREAFTER.