Of Oculus on 4A4C


Running deep The Still

Trapped down to nil

Break out, refrain to scream and shout

Fuscoferuginous rhythm weeps

Agnate to sheep, in sleep

Coveting not to keep the meek

Unable to leace and miss

Starring into the abyss

Evoke it by its name

Cloaked in pain;

For Shame

No Gain

Can't Explain the train

Fall debris of the stain

Land lame

Pushed to insane

Asunder the fiber of the brain


Pleading this

To bequeath all that is Oculus

One effervescent kiss

Or am I to blame


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