Expired (Disillusion)

Dismal grin onto still born lust Like a whisper in a thousand other's rut Slow and underestimated, dismissed touch The ferocious disgust pilfers the frail one's blood. I miss this seditious revelation of your suns The fierce intimation, the abandonment for once But silence girds what regret should smother For in the end there lies no end in my hands or any other's. I wish I felt torment For knowing casts a shade on suns Expired for all moments A comfort that itself outdoes Whatever Nothing I feel with no utterance it reigns, Whatever torment prevails, expires me. Dismal grin to still-born lust like a whisper in a thousand other's rut Slow and underestimated, dismissed touch The ferocious disgust pilfers the frail one's blood. I wish I felt torment For knowing casts a shade on suns Expired for all moments A comfort that itself outdoes