Blue to gray,
to all others regret.
Purpose, search you may, found is false.
Making poison of mind.
Reality to death to life revolved.
Want not, give not, speak not, breath not.
"Give yourself a chance and shut your mouth," they say.
Put down and bestowed to the world.
"You didn't see, hear, and won't speak anything, do you understand?"
Pulsing to the limits.
The burning rasp of cold breath from hearts of not reserved.
Give this love your only, and keep it that way,
or it will be your last.
This is love, make it hurt.
By:Tim
