RMC

For the reflection in steps perfection
could never be attained I’m stained
for the correct for the correction,
words used to describe the strain.

I was intended to be mended
in a chasm I black fell back
to fences in life never tended
that today puts me closer to a heart attack.

Let this leash theif the belief
that ascribed by my side
love is tender and I feel grief
that I need your touch to survive.

The world is asunder thunder
raves all over the simple graves
as life grabs at us to pull under
lets together figure how behave.

Fever I’m a believer the Reaper
stands every day to convey fear.
In the dark near are depths deeper
so take my side let’s life make dissappear.

Take all that haunts me I’ll take
yours too I’m not fake I’m real.
Let’s feel the worth of love in
some form of passionate zeal.