A beginning at peace that stays withdrawn, while the chaos shone inconspicuous at most,
Whilst a war of thus undying thoughts, a beginning of the end this winter night seems to host,
A disappointment at self thus seeks approval, of a heart but broke of hatred i stand post,
Speak but slowly of the untold and unseen, drawn to the sketches of hate but almost,
The due diligence thus seen amongst those known, amidst a fate what's worse than the worst,
While questions of love stay abate human nature, a bubble of life quietly awaits but to burst,
A diminishing distance that of my filthy shadow, awakens a night so calm thus standing first,
Watch me walk the aisle in my snowy winter dress, stripping of life slowly turning into a ghost,
And then would be the time for peace to blossom, trailing behind thus freezing thirst,
But breaking into tears thus disturbing silence, hoping a life that be simple at most,
Let's imagine a world without thus semblance, a cavendish sort of high hence baked but roast,
And just dream with your eyes tied wide open, scream thus loud but from within, disagree almost.
