Suddenly I have lost you
Your disposition shifting like the hands of time...
Underneath your umbrella your cheeks are wet, but...
Holes in sheets of faded black aren't the problem...
The apple hangs, in the shade of trees,
it's rotten and yet so beautiful...
Delapidating prison,
needle thin incision...
Symphony Of Lies (Sonnet IV)
I'm here playing a Symphony Of Lies...
Place the underrated pen to your vocal cords,
Sing through the pen, these are a poets words...