Mar 2016
The rising of the heat,
The falling of the beat,
The leading of the need,
The tailing of defeat.
The memory of this,
Content was amiss,
You urge of my twist,
Again you folly me to mist.
How can I forget,
Your longer lived regret,
What I thought was best,
Could only hurt my chest.
The falling of the beat,
The leading of the need,
The tailing of defeat.
The memory of this,
Content was amiss,
You urge of my twist,
Again you folly me to mist.
How can I forget,
Your longer lived regret,
What I thought was best,
Could only hurt my chest.
What is pleasure, learning something new, but forever changing the view.
Loving without remorse, but hurting at end course.
Eating until the sun, but setting without fun.
Sleeping from the chill, but waiting for the ****.
Charging with all might, but destruction is the only sight.
Gaining all that is, but never getting bliss.
Defending for thyself, but knowing no one else.
Yearning for the blight, no joy for all their might.
Loving without remorse, but hurting at end course.
Eating until the sun, but setting without fun.
Sleeping from the chill, but waiting for the ****.
Charging with all might, but destruction is the only sight.
Gaining all that is, but never getting bliss.
Defending for thyself, but knowing no one else.
Yearning for the blight, no joy for all their might.
