Its probal fault, today from darknes to dark;
Unused my mouth, 'll neo life
No escaper to escape, no door to gise out
Will walk through, but not today, jump over, may not next.
...
Am down and can't escalate to high;
I see the flown of the sorest;
I weet, it 'll come
And can sense the pain
...
The Phantom World
Its probal fault, today from darknes to dark;
Unused my mouth, 'll neo life
No escaper to escape, no door to gise out
Will walk through, but not today, jump over, may not next.
Will I know, I had ensnare and to mourn
The phantom fence, oh! encave the world,
Who will know the phantom world;
This phantom mask, I fear if it be me.
The kindness note, among the farthest wind;
I know thou 'll hear, but to say 'don't hear its the noise of crows'
And I fear, the walk of two opposite;
And I fear thy paradise, but the hell.
No more to endure, the heat that yerk'd,
The heat o' the full lines;
I hear the dead sound, o' the own sound;
I watch the dead bones, o' the own bones.
An easy numbered, oh! the real man;
I 'm eager to feel, thy just note;
I clepe from thy reside, unknown where thou cogging;
But I 've a will, we atone, at the kindred point.
Shall I clepe'st thee, shall I flag'st thee;
Sound'st thy sound, thou the just'st man;
Truth clepe'st thee to inurn, the phantom scrimers.