Over the hill of every hope,
to the village of the nothing.
To a road of quicking,
a path you dare to follow
Were you so crass
With little class .
Shallow shame, so fostering.
Of the will you not dismiss, the destiny of being.
That then to your reflection,
and chance of your disection.
All the gutteral with a hate of no regection.
Made by fault of euberis in youth and then to age.
All the hope of right or wrong
that you be worthy sage.
For all that venture inward
emerge so cleansed of rage.
With a scream so heavenly
and heavy heart to guage
But mine is very light
I'm of all restraint.
I build my walls of love,
and of nothing dare thee taint.
For you I love the most
the other in my skin.
I will ever foster this,
And drown you in my sin.
And so i say goodbye
And see you claw at me
I am of the sentry
That will never devil free.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
Over the hill of every hope,
to the village of the nothing.
To a road of quicking,
a path you dare to follow
Were you so crass
With little class .
Shallow shame, so fostering.
Of the will you not dismiss, the destiny of being.
That then to your reflection,
and chance of your disection.
All the gutteral with a hate of no regection.
Made by fault of euberis in youth and then to age.
All the hope of right or wrong
that you be worthy sage.
For all that venture inward
emerge so cleansed of rage.
With a scream so heavenly
and heavy heart to guage
But mine is very light
I'm of all restraint.
I build my walls of love,
and of nothing dare thee taint.
For you I love the most
the other in my skin.
I will ever foster this,
And drown you in my sin.
And so i say goodbye
And see you claw at me
I am of the sentry
That will never devil free.