Forward the message
Letter to selfish plots
Caught between plight

It just might
Have a name
That is unfounded

"But what is it?"
All the Cupids'
Will ask

Just love
Contamination
Feeling under a dreadful sun

Waiting for
The dome who is
Wanting a soul

In Paris
Upon a boulevard
With the name of a saint

I discover
That toward an atmosphere of passion
You might have almost had me

But
You must
Understand Ulysses

That I tried
Toward your
Solemn town

Ground of rot
In ruin
A dreadful valley

Hoping for god
Aching in pain
Celebrating gain

Where is the sanity?
Here is your home
Is there no guilt?

Many questions
Laced with diamonds
Donny's dreams

Not mine
I sight a sponge
Without a name

So leave
Condemnation
And descent