guilt,
to an impression
it's a fierce
cloudy tierce
a sound to it
pierce
but to a feeling
it's a rear
winding sear,
a songe
would
hear
a silhouette
pear.
guilt,
a wave
to it
steers
but the force
with it
nears.
you feel
mere and
empty
with tears,
an illusion
would clear
the fear is
so dear.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
guilt,
to an impression
it's a fierce
cloudy tierce
a sound to it
pierce
but to a feeling
it's a rear
winding sear,
a songe
would
hear
a silhouette
pear.
guilt,
a wave
to it
steers
but the force
with it
nears.
you feel
mere and
empty
with tears,
an illusion
would clear
the fear is
so dear.