Off the touchings

Written by: Emre Karatas

Many my the  dealings  for  wasted
Heavy my the  soaked  feelings though tasted
The  first  comes  
And the third  guns  eye
Off the  touchings  from the  deep  graved
For it  did  you  not  the  second  
But  the  befored  somehow  gone
And  dig  the  eye  done .
Life lines ,
And  already  the  lives  die 
Up  supremacy  beneaths  the  sights  
Then  such  highs  pour  eye
As  dying  as
And  that  my saying  says