RMC

Simplify the ties
that tie me down
I will speak it
before I drown.

Tell of fiery
stakes of fake
words mercy
I will quake.

Under thunder
adrift evermore
the door is
real to me more.

I shall comfort
in hades hell
cast off shoes
in words spell.

Rest weary
heads and sit.
Never fault
meek or sick.

Take my soul
kiss quick
this old man
age is thick. 

The eyes hawk
I was fiery
in a lad honey
drew an irony.

Cast off kisses
it misses its taste
is of nightmares
but is not fake.