25 January 2013
There is no form to deceit An artless expense Traveling into the black Bewildered- By the lack of truth Search the fiber of your soul Tread finding a new path Find authenticity in actuality
Not the object In objective reality
But the birth right The survival point of,
The dishonesty A locked demise,
Setting your own crow asleep each night
In a life not of your own A death to be repeated In the form of a; Colorful colloquialism Blind and balmy Invalid- Run finding correctness Hugging thine truth.
Formless in the Black • Opuss № I