Intro
not quite quiet in the calm of night
in the dimming light I lost my appetite,
no longer have fight to quell the demons
know stronger sermons with no reasons
Thus I have begun to weave rhymes spun to my destruction,
A must construction to leave lines and hope for no obstruction.
Caution is verified by previous works I bear in mind,
Lost in sea of flow until i do not know, "where am I?"
scrutinize and no replies, all I want is one response,
for those wants nothing more than something once.
But, bold faced taunts assume to have me instigate
The anger haunts a room without a space to appreciate,
cold and lonely where a restless mattress lies listless,
a one and only whispered verse so hapless and with this
my besotted spirit is drowned in these forgotten lyrics
high a stratospheric angel crowned with knot to steer it,
tie and walk the line at the same time with seraphim twine,
die to defy and then admit you're not aware of my time,
spent and which parts of this poet have been lent,
so I named it sleep, but, sleep on this is not what i meant...
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Originally Posted by SMZ
