The dips in the drops of the heavenly and eternal tides under those eyelashes,
A self relic of the awesome felt inner self and got a relief for the rest of the moment in the days ahead
Was caged to the moonlight in to the splendor of the new world and I choose
Did I or didn’t I was mere a question of belief, I linger over to and on to
As u don’t and u won’t loose the strings those were attached for once and all
Loose were the threads on many fronts and besieged to be free from the other self
In the inner state of the innate feeling I was not the fragile end but the not even the end
Nothing clinched to it over it for the reason that I long to it for once the know
Nor was I too blind to see the unseen and foresee as the tunes were all tuned in
The share of the bounty of emotions were shared less, then shredded
Indeed a thought of self expressed desires to run and run over the existing one
Overwhelmed by thy act of more yaks and proximity to the naive truth, platonic?
The search of joy the search of congeniality ends, and it ends the dearth of fondness
The need indeed was to let go, the cry to wane, the quest to be invisible to one but not one
The rest in the nest of the words in the forms of change as it was not going to be thorny
The truth of platonic verity was on, the lies of the verity existing, was true to be dead
The claims of the sane and possessive sonnet for the rest ends and yet was aloud
The insanity didn’t saw the truth in the lies, but geared tunes to the wise words of thy
Feeling ashamed of the shifting tides in mine and thy was not enough even for a cry
The fastened belt for flight was not for the appalling miss, but the flaw was all mines
Indeed the search for the research shall have been shuttered with a sheer pace
The shocked eyes kept wide open, but the other were not for the shock, but glued to some other
I see and I feel I read and I misread, I trust and I bedazzled to it for once the congeniality
The lost arrogance of the truth dipped in the coldness of asylum to the charm of first sight
Was not new, the first shifting the rows, for the rest of the tides were all thy and the same
Seemed a loss not a loss but I gained the and grew to the dark circles which held eyes
Thoughts mesmerized under the darkness of the eyelashes, was not fair as the choice uttered
The thickness of the words over the lips were told to be more cozy then the other
The claim changed for the feel to be filled in, quarantined far calls for those of downstairs
The long yaks were all profound and claimed for the claim, to be not good not me
Might be true I regret for it, but for and how I, why is the quest the acceptance of the wisest one
Seeking the unseeded favour of the flavor, the quietness in the heart,
Veil after veil fell in the till there was darkness in the verity, a shore less of darkness
The closeness not yet closed was claimed would have been explored, a regret
The voice was heard, very slow and soft but blunt to tear apart, ragged was I
Sheerly throbbing in the dark, to the darkness of the noon I listened and a reward for insanity
A drive, horde a shame for myself, to me and for my the fun I was turned, all tuned in the words
The moment came and I saw all futility of efforts, I did could have done, nothing happening
Was not humanely possible for the eternal soul I was chasing, I lost mine
Might have erred somewhere in the high tide, or was lost in the lone sole I found
Engraved in me, depth I can’t see, lights blind me sounds deafen, the words make me bleed
And with the oozing red fluid and the grave I see I am alive in the dead moments
The uttered words stabbed me to the day a year old, not so old I still bleed and plead
The edge of blunt knife is yet bright and praise of the obnoxious words is yet alive…
