Whatever which
It’s been so long
So ‘lone ago
In times in which
I had to go
I felt inside, twisted up and torn
Whatever’s meant for me to hide
Still awaits, deep in hide.
The wine is dripping
From my lips and soul
Whatever which, I had to go
Inside my chest,
A beating heart
Still awaits to be apart
Because in part
One can truely see
Whatever which,
Devoured be.
Inside my chest, the silence grows
Waiting, dripping for the feast to glow
Under autumn moons
In which I have to go
Hear my voice, for it to flow
The wine still dripping from my lips and soul.
Whatever which
My beating heart
Desires to be devoured by moon’s light
Forever part
The ones that see
From ones that are ever meant to be.
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