Reigning into the broken face,
What is there, I cannot chase.
Left behind is the story to be told,
I'm want to hear till we all turn old.
Rest into your slow profile in void abyss,
Empty laughs to remind you of what you could have missed.
lies and burns you've only heard,
But can you tell what will ever occur?
In for your eyes, It's just what you see,
In for your heart, there's still a place to be.
Preparation of the physical,
Compression of the mental,
Thoughts of only the eternal,
And disregard of all the spiritual.
Unable to open your mind to feel,
what I can do to make it real.
yet this does not mean it just stops there,
Perish all hate, I wait for you to be out of despair.
None the self torments you should withstand,
For only the true man would be patient for the touch of your hand.