Patiences of youthful kisses...?
Do we assume; a happier honor?
Smiles and hugs, have become a list's
***, where, do we love a fist for sanity, or...

Rage, is a child a pile of ****?
Sour knowledge, of a rolling hiccough
Sticks and stones, with a star to fancy lip...
Catch on it, or, make a liberty a tomorrow's such

Mean, to measure a life with blood...
**** and pluck, isn't it sunshine's fear?
Quiet faces, that admit youth
Is more than rain, to openly near...

Rage, I have you by the panic
Pursue a wash, and dispose of a waste
Where has become, a sorts to seek...
Share guarantee, of a wish in want's presence

A satisfied kiss...?
Worth one more, identity in a handful of grace
Time, is leaving for an angel's wish
Where suicide can keep your today's pace...