Only dreams reap rosy cheeks tonight.
I'd give anything to have a different outlook,
some other hand with better suits and constiuents.

Memories that I loathe. Upstairs and down into the wells where trolls find love, I'll find a picture that I will never be able to dispose.

I am the anti-aesthetic. Smiles and radiance that burns only in my mind. Sometimes I'd like to die and be relieved of times when I'd only seen you.

Like the grasslands of our estates, and when we could both be carelessly content. Then the clouds consume and sweat at the toll of our only real light.

Miles will go and curses I will always bestow. Yet here I am again, like a man on an endless trek between two forests, one solemn, one gold.

Silence sreams as loud as my dreams. I can turn off switches of my soul, I've really only to focus on destituion, the blood the toll, the zealous fools.

Yes, the zealotry that I willl consumate. Let's make vows to never see greys again. Due time will find we were only as young as the ones prior.

To our last loving hour, I hate that moment where I could do all but receive shining eyes and a blistering smile that dismantles the firecest of fires in any one's home.

I'll accept whole hands, even if I never write any meaningful piece again. Let it die, please come decimate me. The darkness is pervasive.

Caves console me, beckoning the begging of relief. I am diseased. So lovely, eyes like doves. I will always have spite for you in my heart,

Nothing remains and truth stains all this sadistic, malicious night. Night Night, Fright I despise rhyme that renders nothing of regret.

Holes too, the darkest of blues fading to night. Blackness, I've grown covetous of the deities that suffice in the desolation of lonely, all nights.

Seasons in their banal sway. The trees as they die and perverse new life. My kin dies with me.
Hear me if you ever listened at all.

I die swiftly, as your eyes dutifully dismissed mine. As your eyes elegantly effaced mine.

As you took you, you sanguine stench like the redness drying my eyes. Listen, you've already

Missed my plea! Missing memories, maybe so.
Storms insideout, I am the shade over your bright eyes tonight, the light you crave. The light I hate. Death's might, eternity is unforgiving.

Last letters, last lines. Wake up! Hear me!
I'm your last dream of ever ruining your lover.
Me, me, names limiting, faces age and wear.
Tears never swear and your eyes lie.

Lying asleep as I'm so sure you aren't.
Paint my eyes pestilence, my sense
died in your womb, where my love
will never enrich, life swings, I sing alone.
I just swing solely, soul. Ours and mine.