[netfreak]

a benign stare of eternity
a subtle damnation of soul
hands held with glistening sorrow
and weeping lies tastefully faux.
a gaze shone heavenly high
though pittance of mind's wealth sought
i am for you in time
but all the clocks have stopped.
thy terror greedy but wise
and woeful lest hath become
peace dawning hate factions within
tired eyes have seen and done.
murder now the you in me
my body ensuing of destitute
all is black but light still shone
i think i nailed the wrong prostitute.