Crawling Echoes
You have view beyond the warning tongue mess,
You have perceived the sting of hearty touch.
What more can a lone feeble mind confess-
What tease has laid on playing cheek nonesuch.
What it is like lie;
A light that darkness untie
Behind, cum standby...
Until it turns out a beautiful crime,
It would never be unworthy to mime.
You have sold off your rights to billing deal,
You have bought secrets instead privacy.
What more can a fool afford to conceal-
What light fights with dark rage cum ecstasy.
What is it of mind?
Cheap sorry, your stories bind,
Yet torment can't find...
Until it reaches your pride, hope survives
It would have been like you made the best drives.
You never rock enough gut through your stake,
You barely lay down your worries at night.
What more can a burdened heart sleep off ache-
What peace can not cease near bright raging light.
What's the best way known
Within a withdrawn homegrown,
That fakes street unknown?
Terrified without been accused of court
Sort over time with blurred case cum report.
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