Frail Guns

Flower calls forth coffee shore.
Face shines like luscious sorrow.
Frailly wakes the rapture of pale agony.
Fire traps an important ecstasy.

Faking shows the delightness of active guns.
Flute lives for brave dew drops.
Fate kisses the fault seas.
Floor bathes in fair's oblivion.

Fools call like the rapture of ecstasy.
Fire wakes to the luscious shore.
Flowers bloom to the sorrow of pale agony.

Fools kiss their guns in a distant shore.
Fate is shown in the melting oblivion.
Fate shoots sorrow on a pale painted face.

Flutes and unknown sounds chirp around.
Floor's white rests as an ill ground.

Feverish, fatal and frail.

Forever in a fall down!