Forseeth thick words
Vacivity, bag of slurs
Sorrow now repleted
Friends seem conceited
Slowly the dark panels white
Suspense from the absence of you dies
Ever since i was garnished in trice
Into royal blue skies
Oft, you hide in your little dome
Its blatant, you're pretty foul
You are a pendulum, overblown
Oft, aware of your blandishments
Broken locks, I've seen bones bend
Its your frost white heart, it's the clothes you are in
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
Forseeth thick words
Vacivity, bag of slurs
Sorrow now repleted
Friends seem conceited
Slowly the dark panels white
Suspense from the absence of you dies
Ever since i was garnished in trice
Into royal blue skies
Oft, you hide in your little dome
Its blatant, you're pretty foul
You are a pendulum, overblown
Oft, aware of your blandishments
Broken locks, I've seen bones bend
Its your frost white heart, it's the clothes you are in
