Haven't
The weight of a home:
Just misery, in a wait, saving meant
For a friend, a shape of things to come

To come in a reign
Of symmetry, any old heart
Of wishes will do; a hunger for fame
That esteem, is an escort to choose smart

From a handier salt...
The world to confirm, candor
Of a needy walk with fault
Before a care has the truth, to serve

A shadow, a fear's angel...
With a borrowed tear...?
Fly away, and heed the gait of hell
Is my nobility, a truer crush of we're?

Pipe's of hatred?
Introducing a friend
As a copious blossom of a time, to lead
Another nefarious and austere means, away from sin...