Cold wind

[legalized-dreams]

The feverous dainty late. Create.
A cynic apology.
Prevails the in silence of another kind.
Previously outdone.
The cry of an imminent natures call.
Calm he can do what he wants for he learned how to think for himself.
Quiet. The manner of speech. Who am I to reflect loneliness?
In it’s pity it never leaves you.
She is really someone I can be alone with.
Sit down with someone like me.
The answer would be. I am not someone like me at all.

Cry a liquor tear for invincible mythic stares around an unfriendly table.
Able to adore. Sure pretty properties. Doors.
Infamous stranger to the invention of time’s core.
Dream thought. Litter makers assume vindictive reasons of retribution to a lost liaisons memories of old.
Cold. The buildings close on winter’s clothes in the latent situated nowhere.
Made. Wade into the silence of it all.
The improbable passionate resembled choir for.
Before a glimpse of tomorrows reality.

In the reasonably sane pathetic loss of time.
The momentual given chime of churchbells
linger softly into a early hours name.
Whomever substitutes life without freedoms hauling grace.
Loose face.
The visions pious rain feigns into desolate winter.
Glimmer praise chases the originality of soul water
in a bestial urge to live.
Give a prior prayers faint.
Into the moonlight saints crawl to a muses pictured belief of
names in paradise.
Hides hearts in vane illusions to love.

Life my pen there is no second call.