Say the words, I’ll have them done
A swifting fall, a firing gun
Famous fates sound like a bell
A ringing toll, a burning hell
Sing a song that can’t be heard
Never uttered, sound absurd
Changing pace with dumbing ease
Blind your eyes, dropping eaves
Have you no shame to face?
Ever long for fainting grace?
A song that plays within the head
Put to rest, left for dead.
Darkness sings for you tonight
A rhyme to match your shallow plight
A harm to weave within your heart
A sea of love that never parts
I think that is is one of the most trite and meaningless things I’ve ever written. Hindsight is 20/20. Thanks for reading.