In sullen stride of affirmation,
I felt no dream of destination;
But in drowning deceit of sick starvation,
I sighed in hopes of constellations.
In worlds between of deprivation,
I surrendered my frame to degradation.
Out of full eyed, absent minded generations
Came my continuous reformation.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
In sullen stride of affirmation,
I felt no dream of destination;
But in drowning deceit of sick starvation,
I sighed in hopes of constellations.
In worlds between of deprivation,
I surrendered my frame to degradation.
Out of full eyed, absent minded generations
Came my continuous reformation.
