Inscribing my penchant for those lost to time
I proclaim unto weary arms dipped into wine
These glares, I may bare not, forsaken my crime
Upon feathers of black, eyes of gold wax divine
I reach into pockets, due west when they're south
And triangulate urges in-to desperate mouths
I linger inside these memor'ias of loss
Til my limbs torn asunder may carry the cross
My wrists carry numbers above and below
I live by the light for my dawn-stricken show
O'er-watching gears decide time and again
How I live my day onward and reap and repent
In endless demise I find vi'lent relief
Shapeless, and endless, and overspent truth