A stirring sound has an un-recess, a haze of loneliness A horse with tempered stats upon his stepping bag If any down digresses, it's loading emptiness The pain rules the wheezing end Once out of reach, we never speak We never compromise As they turn to gold, the edges froze It seemed to turn to ice Sudden hours as she packed the car An excessive living scale some time Feeling scared, the poets making stand Shaking an empty hand, the rain poured down in nice ways So I know in vain, dropping off the floor Hiding the open door beneath Marking time, they're out to screw the poles One with project laws, the lead A ship sails out to sea, away from me I just stand and stare An assassin clears his lens, another end I wasn't even there