A Doubting Thomas
you are

You whim in silence
We are friends
Our sounds quiver
Odds and ends
Delude the tyrant
Places turn chromatic
You do remember
Cross paths, so static
A **** aspirant
Once had, oh tragic
Vessel in September

A Doubting Thomas
you are

Irresistible, a miracle, a mauler too immense
unpredictable, a character in color without sense
All things truly wicked start from an innocence
Apathy turns into an adventure
You're keenly perceptive, clean up my messes
I fear of illiterate creatures
I'm irrepressible when frantic
I just want some closure
Forgive me, I act like an infant
Put your fingers upon my shoulder
Tomorrow is a myth full of legends
We're free, and getting much older
From the tree, chilling to the tenements
From a doubting thomas to a menace
From the Sep' fourth to the fifth
Spoke with tentative sentences
I hope it ends

A Doubting Thomas
i am