A house of a dark horse
Surrounded by gates of missing realms
A fall of fallen flames
In molten hands is a platonic firm
Forget that I'm a lounge
on which the the heavens feeds on
Complain, no! Just a gesturing dawn
A pale sky, no! that's a flesh on plounge
Smoke in the room, cold tears on the floor
It's not sorrow but rage painted raw
Bleeding not! It's only my heart's glaws
A mask on my eyes! See not thyne flaws
Crime is bleeding on the floor again
A house of a dark horse, don't restrain...
A call on calling blames, am I drained?
no! In molten hands is a platonic firms
A closed, white house, "heaven!"
An open black house, "hells raven!"
no! Their brains are clean
And their backs can longer no lean.
