The period and ending life moth
The farce known since when
The verse in another direction drawing
Just what can in dim light.
Seeding loneliness and already embarrassed
Meeting the world now collapsing
And I approach it as ominous
And the nastiness of this soul pierces me.
Never learn with such fury
The fight is getting ready for mad recklessness
And anything that feeds me tries.
The door locking anything I see,
And when I try a different tone and desire
The path appears bloodier.