blur between

Can I expect to be noticed if I don't try?

Is any to me due for what I never mind?

Should resentment fall to those who near me dwell?

No idea of who behind these eye can hide.

The scream to them to see beneath.
The sound but silent yawning sheath.
Promote themselves to the ideals of
strangers round them no appeals create.

Drowning out the sound they claim to love.

I force myself within the open glove.

Assuming that above what all will want the wanton fairing taste of failing love.
 

Believing that the current being powerful and old

is not the life for me excepting something all promote.

Perhaps the rest, the species has, no similar the thought of how things go?
Solid is the fainting in the dimming light behind my tale of woe.
Yet glinting in the recessed brickwork of the ne'er built home
my loins begin the steps of this deceitful bloody show.

Before the wanting falls upon a subject worth it's wait,
we pass across the culprit of the hope that here is laid
and not the sound he makes that turns his heart upon the stand
but as a stone I pass this hardship pealing seconds as a man.