Tilt'd
...
..
.
eyes sewn
to velvet impressions,
as one leans
to ward
silent questions.
simplicity
caught off gaurd,
thinking in the womb,
not so hard.
shadows dance,
through mirrors reflections,
pondering once again,
on un answer'd questions.
blooming is a mind so pale,
breath so easily inhaled.
smoke screen to hide distort'd views.
after three of me,only one of ewes.
confusion begins to bleed,
on through the garden of numberless seeds.
soil holds firmly to the roots beneath,
shaking off one of it's fondlers known as greif.
dangling here in this gallow,
not so hard to drown'd
in th shallows.
...
..
.
..
.
eyes sewn
to velvet impressions,
as one leans
to ward
silent questions.
simplicity
caught off gaurd,
thinking in the womb,
not so hard.
shadows dance,
through mirrors reflections,
pondering once again,
on un answer'd questions.
blooming is a mind so pale,
breath so easily inhaled.
smoke screen to hide distort'd views.
after three of me,only one of ewes.
confusion begins to bleed,
on through the garden of numberless seeds.
soil holds firmly to the roots beneath,
shaking off one of it's fondlers known as greif.
dangling here in this gallow,
not so hard to drown'd
in th shallows.
...
..
.
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