A Vile of hate, and vile of love
A sadness of capture that haunts me above
A trying
scene, of hate and despise
A new void of truth, within all these lies
Take me away, and here I shall rest
A
sun of delight and lies all in best
A touch of this and a touch of that
Of tears I have spent, and of years that have
last
Create this hope, this rapture in time
The sadness of future, the hell in all rhymes
And here is the
capture, the iridescent light
Join in my emptiness, stay with my plight .
