A safe haven I seek,
in lieu of the secrets
I cannot keep.

A solace I search for,
in empty corridors,
desolate like dried pores.

A promise I seek,
and demand resource
in trust and peace.

A lie I believe,
as true as my flee
from this belief.

A page I turn,
knowing the content
and expecting a reflection.

A light I exploit.
A light, A dream.
I hate reality.

A choice I make,
to speak truth
and caress no slander.

A handshake, An omen.
I signed my life away in
moments of obscene feeling.

A bloodied mouth,
I will not speak until
it begins to bleed.

A perversed ramble,
this sense I sense is
limiting my senses.

A longer road than
any naked eye can see.
I've treked thee.

A fire deceiving hope.
A fire devouring my home.
A fire conspires death to me.

A contention stronger
than the wolves' jaws
on the rest's beloved.

A stick sunken swole.
Let the ground know
whose footprints it shows.

A mixture of relief,
in thoughts that reach
no relinquishing depth.

An ocean like the rest,
all the same with different names.
Connatations behave rarely.

An act of evil,
is one man's retrieval
of relent on his father's consent.

A last verse, to anyone
seeking a mind in reverse.
To the rest of the line.

A sleepy eye, A racing beat.
I've drowned, dug, and dreamed.
Yet no light shines brighter than misery.