Am I still living do I **** on God's command?
What can my soul fathom of my slumber.. what is the plan?

Are solutions fair or evil that demons' skills plough upon my ear...dare I define you as you have me?... debtors crave flesh

Dawn rare swift quotes by their undertones you are yet to have, fenced burning for expression, will you call clear? Skeptical witch endears

You are unnamed types that of import move on to the next before the friends even touch on relating back
Why if we stand hutches seep carnage blood moonlit banter before fallen memories refuse to face our dead
Gnawed genuine venomous gargoyles are we... lives by the sign of the ***** who screes by the nines and sways with the bats winged blunting through caves of the mind in our sky

Souls tell contrary... to laugh, feign pleads of great lithe flaunts across cantors and countries, a vestige of the dark light

Estuary's loom of private butterflies membranes lull of shadows with cryptic blues and replace love with holds of a rainbows indicted as they greet our coven

Close our eyes... shapes rhombus differential clouds dusts of ultimate buffer approach siren of purple and green dive into morphed reverie

Not persons hammers shields sabotage marauding
variance destiny reveals

You ancillary! You roundabout! Barrage pains a path, roads and flights over etched instances derived so separately...
You your self makes the difference and so you listen of the meaning and of the preening, the delve into an elegy of unwise diadem

For this mentality does the worst despite astute gowns and rings that crush

Am I still living, do we know if anyone cares, most haven't stopped trying to consume the front from which they were born then lost,
whether its instinctual, or of the evil diadem.