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