Silent Guise of Hope Options

[sikdragon]

Silent Guise of Hope

drifting through the age, depleting the rivered sage-
withered and rotten from his life's end's wage-
the payment in life lacks, but it's a brilliant glow we cant see past-
property of the mind and deliverer of the soul-
passion of heart and the heat has reached the toe-
in a pump of pleasure a death without measure-
swinging from the life's post like leather-
can the seeds we sew make this life more than a grand woe-
it's a fork in the road that can either lead to living roe-
or a steady flight downward toward another horde of fiends-
bewildered by the streams they cower in the shadow's feats-
strengthening a favor of sheets, tasting a flavor of weeds-

pain-stakingly lost in an endless shower of dirty deeds-
a fantasy i once knew seems to have been taken from me-
It's taken it's life and has run away-
fast as it could it passed where it had laid-
wishing it's party'd stay, but the power had given way-
never looked back, never would seek shade-
his vagabond had been stricken from the page-
the sign of the very last is where his fate had been cast-

what a towering faste, where the crowds stood aghast-
the squeaking screech of the rope's leash upon the panel-
a waivering flame seeks quenching upon the candle-
it lacerates the scalp, heat scathed, the mirrors image faded-
the love's faith sweltered then shattered as it was now turned jaded-
it's life festers and his body decayed and-
a quiver of pain jolts through his confining brace-
violently thrashing fighting the waves the corrupted haven's place-
ever searching the word for a simpler escape-
young queries the morbid theories concerning the series-
these harsh visions enduring long, for pleasure-
it's this bent river of sickening song-
fool's gold has even it's keen treasure-
what could possibly come of nothing, but nothing-
a contradiction which it seems is something-
a toss of fact or fiction which will it be-
a stunning answer to a wee one's curiosity-
can a lost one lead a lost one to safety-
beams in the eyes of the helping brother-
which takes the sand from the eye of the other-
sapphires depict a hidden agenda, a kind of smother-
lighter than air, these feelings, ive become aware-
a constitution's page was given a tear-
shredded to pieces where the credit's have leases-
what kind of thesis leaves the followers in creases-

an angel's humanity is put to the test-
while the surgeon's scalpel finds it's place to cut the best-
he removes the wings to finally bring the rest-
the servant's duty is taken and yet-
his reward will for eternity never be met-

it's the calm found after war, a rip where the page had tore-
a symbol they've begun to abhor, which lever will bring it tow'rd-
a diamond of caressing favor is too much to afford-
an internal humiliation screams out in one accord-
a wrinkled paper's fate can never be restored to it's rightful place-
every indent i see shows what you've become-
pleading with you to change has been enough-
once given a taste the need will never be erased-
a challenge to the view has too much due to make a difference to-
disintegrate and demonstrate the tempered fate-
endeavored by the rate of accomplished lives temperate-
a servants wish is repeated under his breath to keep his fire lit-