brink of a doubling over down falls forming a sensory slump soft spoke and mirror smoke jailed as rome's one true heroes we were softly sure oft and were true disposed, 'man alive told me and now I am telling you' grant this - that we are born and die forever feeling a drifting time what a ride grant this - that we are most recent and are and are again the newest information we feel grant this - that we are loved and that we are the newest unto we are ourselves
Edited a bit to be less floaty. Wrote this while nearly drifting off into a soft sleep in a class that doesn't matter
'When nights shall be drunk And souls be tumbling in revelry When the comic of roles end And cold shall be burning I await to call the utmost illegitimate side of us As my penchanted pleasure For you be semisane Caught half into adulthood and rest you know... Neither you nor me or they Be sceptical or carrying the peels of scruples Don't.