I Remember the Wishing Well..

We meet in the lust highway...

Distant voices call to you,

now you're free,

who do you want to be?

Now we part,

I will keep some small of you

in my heart...

dreamers that lovers dream...

Your love and affection turned

my love around...

You're sailing to salty seas,

not my tears...

a beginning..

from the rote of rot,

unsettled, unscathed..

They will never know

in the scorn of our snarls...

We'll laugh our last dying breath

knowing we seceded over the sepulcher...

Truth can't be wrestled

from the dying...

Be brave.