Beat me a heart,
unburdened of sin
Through a passing of time.
Through the monochrome hyme.
Beat it hollow and cold.
Who Refuse,
thee, the bold
Ever you find,
Your story untold.
For it Currency of
an unmeasured gain.
Holds its value of nothing,
If efforts are feigned.
Yet,
emboldened are we.
Awaked of gray.
To the right and the wrong.
To the dawning of day.
For the prelude of leaving,
A world gone awry.
Will we never again,
Be the proxy of I.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
Beat me a heart,
unburdened of sin
Through a passing of time.
Through the monochrome hyme.
Beat it hollow and cold.
Who Refuse,
thee, the bold
Ever you find,
Your story untold.
For it Currency of
an unmeasured gain.
Holds its value of nothing,
If efforts are feigned.
Yet,
emboldened are we.
Awaked of gray.
To the right and the wrong.
To the dawning of day.
For the prelude of leaving,
A world gone awry.
Will we never again,
Be the proxy of I.
