in favor of feeling - the modern pardon pleases your syllables sweetly forcing words, a sentence that makes the dead wish to speak again.
Heaven knows a heart will swell with regret - veins do flow such creative art through arteries - begin - deep. within.
and bones will bend and achy muscles can lend a penance built up on hands and knees - begging to please, and - be pleased.
Parts fall through figures; a finger to feel a friend again and failing to abstain can fracture the finest features in a face.

You will wear age like a suit in the sun.

Grooves carves in flesh with time, mine - will sprout from saddened eyes and mark the trail of tears - from previous years - the joints will wither like splinters from trees, and i will thank time, like withering twine, like withering leaves - for the spark that will set me free. a secret solace - my dwelling - named body.

procrastination does lay- overcast-ed cloudy eyes dimmed yellow and hair bleached from the sun will slowly cascade - each day coming, each day falling from a dusty grin to win - this broken heart. and the sun will rise again over this shaky earth and rays will beam through windows, causing heat and fire will burn us when the sun is rising - and we will burn with it