holding death for misery knells?
shiny werewolf, love, niche, far from day
count mistakes, feelings, run, believe in something
come, pensive poetry, locks, notes, might
say yes, cathy's clown, crimson and clover
kind, no vacancy, dined on the moon

The mark is supposed to be
The clad of them, a heritage of the endless sea
They drown in diamond jars of kings and queens
The heritage is lurked in purge of glee
Helms of the sea are naught like nyx
The sky was stretched to the golden fleece
The mark stretched to frightened Selene
The mark is going to be the pike, pyre, pride
The fuel to burn your enemies

I'm living my teenage like I was 25 screaming "draw your eyes off me"

Hide in from that yellow mark
The grove of their Helms burnt for an Anthem of your name
The stars bleed and mark these voices of some distant kin
Hide from that charm in an audience of dense clouds
Crave some crude love or hate to run away
Crawl to rescue

The rain finds me in any sedated fashion
It grooves and moves but not a shy dancer
Its the arrows that make you feel sick and alive
I hate rain

In the dark, something about you screams foe and werewolf
Can I be true?

Looking for rainbows and traffic on the street
The voice and faces that fade away
The comprehensive talk before night bleeds into day
Or when there's too little to look at and not much to say about it
That's the only thing to fear