Heavy with discourse, cluttered with remorseful doubt.
Dreams would make one but a merciless fool.
Shattered be thy heart whose putrid soul comes fourth from foul lit shadows.
The murky depths of the abyss unbeknownst to innocence held true by way of such a scouring recourse.
Let it be here in your grieving yonder that your smile should fade to black.
And so it was written in the stars but words do not pass these unparted lips.
They do not dare to be spoken.
These words, the only words that flow through my brain
That swallow and consume every other condemned thought.
The philosophies, atrocities, audacities of molten time lapsed memories.
