Along The Dots

What would you seek
from the collection?
of lyrics?
It is getting dark.

Dismantling the notes,
I heard, when tears
were sitting dead in?
the crying eyes.

Life reeks with the violence,
from inside. You wanted
one more religion to
atone for the stink.

But the signs will not
convey. I become the war,
the missile to destroy
my own kingdom.