.we are all welcome within these confines, as long as we make this one confining promise... we all promise to... leave.

i once lived for sentiments
to be pure,
then...
"all of a sudden",
all the "sentiments"
became...
        as crude as i was
necessitated to become;
               the same old...
cruelty of realisation
and that lost
compromise of
managing affairs;
may god riddle you
further, beyond my own
lasp of keep,
in serving,
                    judgement,
that might be worth
your intuned sentence
of affairs;
             scuttling heart
for all that's worth
a scattered mind.