i haven't heard that voice
leveled with regret
that'll scream fine again tonight
laughter of my soul
till no wind crawls
my shows, of beforts
my people left
voltage of surrender
calm with their faults
rendering alive
new feared day of the embering losses
i began eden alone
and now the hundred days
upon a thorns resentment
of being without description
holy mary, prayed of sins
waltz with my torso once the sins, forge
forged oft beneath our told
making of child smiles
innocent desire of repulsion
i'll not feather against less