1 Is it but plants that givith, us breath and from whence they cut our air short, its a trust in set, hold no flame to night that weeps.
For one day are shackle's bleed new way.

Lip stick on walls efforts about nodding.
Deeds untouched and sliding arm's grin.
Fulfilling connection's legend's fashioned  rice ribbon's.
 
Awoke her slumber with lion's at her bay, what he and she where to about say.

2Fade too...
Asylum, night crawlers mourn the heat that kills.
Juices spill from the nurses garment, and the Doctor's chairs rusted.
Thundering unhealthy sins a waiter cell awaits his men.
Meditate sloppy jeans from cutting he bleeds and scars that hold greed.

Envelopes his trust from pictures and ids that when each tried to escape there remain's lost weight.