I set about to unravel, to disentangle beauty. To objectively understand the most subjective subject with all discipline. Excuse me, I tend to drift off.
For as these bullets find bodies to pierce
And light finds space to bright
And love finds souls to hide
Music finds hearts to warm
With fire to burn more.
I learn more.
I yearn all
That will burn my tongue
And force me to scream out.
I sweat for
Salts to sharpen my taste
And hope for signs to arouse my faith.
It’s unclear more.
These clouds won’t hide my death
These clouds to clear my head
Kill me more than I ever died
But what is death to he already dead.
It burns more
So in these lines be equal made
With the purest form of truth and more dying days.