A Story Told Cold - a Book of Poetry

Your lying tuition,

this pain from my mission,

your calling ambition,

your hurting my vision,

have you felt this collision,

my hurt and my fixation, have impaled this hard abrasions of love, an intense instigation from home,

have you heard my tuition,

the paint upon this glass index of some,

it sealed the fate, above - with my home,

this dark art of deception, controls my whole perception,

the constant agonizing pain, it lessons, until I start confessions,

my pules it grows fluorescent,

my heart it grows to test them,

but have you seen the rest of them,

my limbs they break my chest in,

have you been persuaded to come home, oh - no,

and still I understand this role,

and for the rest of my eternity I sleep,

not a single blink,

and in a single moment, I've come to really notice, I'm home,

these are the thoughts of my soul,