Buried

When the sunsets within the poetic mens heart who starts to forget his regrets reborn is he to be adorned when shattered as never mattered to be reformed. As timed death has left by means of mercy tempted as eternally resented and deemed thirsty by a stench the world will be quenched.

Every hour thee do believe in a higher power what life will be eternally freed by a knife to cut thee enigmatic strings above a time that will bring a wrong song to sing from each beat to tap each feet such rhythm is much the schism to teach.

Through a new day forever counted by the way of wordplay as each night is where his means through write has become the path in thru the nocturnal light forever freed by his need to lead a new sight his eye opened wide into a world of dread that only he can guide.

As the light will invite the darkest foes in thru the time that was once closed he held its lock but those hold its key as chose they told a cold story as others behold his untold glory the burden of wording they became at peace though knowing the certain beast will rest under the earth but through rebirth the new will view the true.