Beneath the stone and quarry
I wrote a note of sincerest sorry
It caught a quickening current and drifted
Found a spot where time had sifted
And sang to all the spirits lifted
Well, now the sound is in my bones
The same words speak all alone
No salvation and still no home
Said it in my eyes a thousand times
Hoping you would catch it before it died
Sentences jumping off like suicide
Burning through my solemn veins
But those without voice can't complain
well
out of all the ones of yours i read i liked this the most the strongest lines were in the forth stanza but i cant help but feel this is unfinished. good work keep it up.
It's last life is spent tormenting your dreams-zombie cat