Brazen and benighted, all glaring turned to high Beautified and battered, vast hallowed limbs are shattered by Praises...presumptions, these naked words do build upon An ever changing affinity, brought to light by this breaking dawn Lured into a deep regression, stifled in repose But slowly this torrent with black lights enclose Banished breaths and enraptured eyes, wrapped and wrung to white ribbed skies But failing...failing to turn the wise Barehanded bereavements enfold as one While colors collapse and briskly bow undone Untouched designs resign unbound To further spill between the time of no sound Lured into a deep oppression stifled in repose But slowly...slowly these garish lights enclose Banished breaths and enraptured eyes, wrapped and wrung to white ribbed skies But failing...failing to make more the wise Faced by none The climax in question's begun Beyond the pale of self decay The widowed will cease to obey Fixed on the heavens that split in two and rescind Look to the other with sense and will shared in ma** (faced by none) (beyond the pale of self decay)