Evanescent Pastures

Vanishing souls lies in death's pastures Fleeting joy, incurious in my surroundings  Shades of green glistening in glory  An unpredictable breath that barely measures A destiny that lies and vanishes through the Death Valley A heart's main glee  Shines peaceably... passing above a wave of sparkling envy Bliss sinks in my marrow  Pensive solitude,  Splitting it into a rejoicing vibe  Joyous in its company...we could have a blissful sleepover until tomorrow Together we'll make a strengthening converse  Piety fitting in these periling times  Wandering over vales, evanescent life screwing my infancy A jocund soul departs from a burden--too cherished in disobedient lies Childish features blurring my uncertain future  Incessant in my trespasses I draw near through deathly shadows Moping in ceaseless torment  Roaring as a monsoon in abstract movement  Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility  Dodging arrows of inevitable death Bound to track us down,  Chopping down the Weeping Willow tree  Driven mad in knotting triumph  Hoarsely placing us in a shady asylum  Numbed by flustering anxiety  Cursing down this greedy society  Whirling us back to  Evanescent pastures I'm dependent in this unordinary place Though it leaves me with only disgrace  Discontent by the isolated misfortune  Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility  Dodging arrows of inevitable death Bound to track us down,  Fogging our interest of society,  Doom crafting our fate...soon we'll be too late  Whirling us back to  Evanescent pastures Denying our repents out of revenge  Unsuitable to reconstruct chastening renewal  Superb for a  tranquilizing solitude