to have been the war in love an exposed lie, canceling less goodbye while i own the pain, sprinkles of ashes ashes of body, work and artistry
the goddess does not to betray her witness her anklets he adorns in challenge, relent
and god's dying apologies beside her decay
a thousand decrepit reasons to chase the noxious sunshines filling window with less seasons
perhaps i write to fight forward, and you need no help perhaps i would rather be silent, yet an objectified life dies while they dance and tonight my empty finds another inkling to print with