Shot Pipes

I can't feel if the fear is for being right or being wrong.
For the first time fighting actually achieved something
despite how long the desperate song was rung.
My ears still chilled as if tears were something we'd done
to pass a time in the breadth of a dwindling ring.
Despite my best intentions I wander into the last remaining thing,
sin
Rising up from my ashen knees
it was every bit of a triffle to bleed
such a silly thing the dwell upon
I know that now.
But at the time
I couldn't comprehend how powerfull was that show
as the first time viewer I learned to accept.
Notwithstanding the relevant plot I didn't want you yet
but somewhere in this regret
I made the wrong choices when I placed my bet.