Felt a Funeral In My Brain
In light an observed heat to penetrate the night
I felt a funeral in my brain kind of insane?
Struggles to reach the perplexed end yet to what;
A dungeon of its myraid calling
Now deeper penetrating deeper to its torn crust
To equate logic at its visible mile
A shade of torn logic in derision
What was your parting decision/
One will equate logical persuasion?
A vested call in search of its perplexed acquaintance
Felt a funeral in my brain kind of lost now insane;
Shaped dreams from my hair the pretty child awaits the storm;
In eternity's charm fought back the silence from within....
Shades of torn columns of sod branched in its delicate cuff
Perhaps this is the place where Nero once tred?
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