Timely, dues to duet

White specs of herecy
The deep hunger that lies somewhere between your heart and your nose
One day you'll sleep unnoticed
With shattered memories of forever

Open wounds for all to see
With the promise of everything
The sort that never sorted out.
Never asking for much until the end

The last starred night
That kills every single time

Stepping out for the final act
Courage of lions under kings of false weapons
What sort have you sorted out pilgrim of words.

Falter at this
Here under a new window of emotion
What was the justice that you saw
With sown information for local accommodation

False pilgrim of words

Pity

Desolate tongue
Recurrent envy

The spite of hell in your heart

Twisted, sickening little heart

The fabrication

Disastrous mold to fit

Rest your withered soul child

We shall fall to our knees and beg forgiveness

For the chaos we reigned upon the being of our lovely selves