How it Ends
Peeled corneas.
Expulsions of salty vessels,
Swiftly travelling down
Those troublesome cheeks
Of youthfulness.
It is now and yesterday.
Dark fortune
Of the most chromatic gray
Constrains her liberation.
Sick, sickened, sickly corruption
Dissecting the mind the most woeful.
Beyond mine or your voice
Is the ability to rescue.