Unhinged as if the veil of heart should drop.
I claim my mind to hold no gentle art.
The gears behind the rusty cage won’t stop.
Endure, my dear. Should fear appear, depart.
Uncaged, alive, abhorring some denied beat
Alone, endowed without faith to atone.
Those eyes abound, a prayer to be discrete!
So lost along the care to bear my own
What life that lusts for love could be alive?
When but the thought of pain should so impede;
And such is life for bees that leave the hive.
Alas, my friends. To dogma I concede.
Infernal light consumes the world I know,
Yet dark along the alley streets I go.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 3:05 AM UTC
Unhinged as if the veil of heart should drop.
I claim my mind to hold no gentle art.
The gears behind the rusty cage won’t stop.
Endure, my dear. Should fear appear, depart.
Uncaged, alive, abhorring some denied beat
Alone, endowed without faith to atone.
Those eyes abound, a prayer to be discrete!
So lost along the care to bear my own
What life that lusts for love could be alive?
When but the thought of pain should so impede;
And such is life for bees that leave the hive.
Alas, my friends. To dogma I concede.
Infernal light consumes the world I know,
Yet dark along the alley streets I go.