Let our bleed rust
Oxide our soul
Deep red died out
Our stain as a remain

Of our blood spilled
Over time, then, now!
Our rust still, how..
Not a will, as water never still
Seeks rust, deep dark
To forget.. our red.

As every thought lives
Through one last myth

As might be it!
As a second to none...

If we had one...

Myth to live
None of any
True to many
Second to spare
Thought to dare

Cry me a river
And let our blood rust
Slow staining our lust
Pale and dry up north
Our last tears seeking
If it is worth
Though our oxide died
As our rain dried..

A summer is always forgotten
as our thoughts rotten,
of lights and light thoughts.
A flower much sought,
florish a lapse of time.
I can only call mine,
thoughts that were,
once all over.

Pursuit on the circle
We all share
Without any spare
Step up move up
But, right down
It is, our dawn.

Put your ***** hands all over me
Creep, scratch my anatomy
Make me your philosophy
I'll make you study
Practice and theory
No jury nor pity
Just  a final probe
As we hope n cope
With the theory or our would be

Our last damp
Erased in tears
On our darked window
Blind for each other
Tomorrow, all in sorrow