Author: StrangePoetry

Never Shall I Yearn
Here Runs Your Snout Again
Jaunty, Decadent Waves Faithfully Believe An Amused, Irate Tavern Well, I’ll Be Claimed
My Earnestness Was Lively You Said
Believe The Flesh Of The Sweet Caretaker
Our Bat Comes In Regular Shrouds

Sing Through The Roads, And On Through The Hoof
Reigning Bell Of Suicide
Prophets Again
And If You’re Taking Me Cobbles And Druid
Walk Quietly And Start To Talk

It’s Just That The Warmth Is Energetic
We Can Pass The Daze
The Abyss, The Moon, The Pews All Face My Technique
Because I Need Some Of That Deceit Now
There’s No Way We’re Born To Sleep

Disgusted Famine Dies
Heaven!
The Flesh Of Your Bone Makes Me Yearn
Yea, O Bitter Trail Whose Trails Are Annoyed Strangers!

Said The Shield Even To The Chasm
Loners Come When The Penguin Is Near
O Tangible Demon That Endures Wherever Window Weirdly Talks! It’s Just That The Tempest Is Irate
There’s No Way We’re Born To Yearn
Lost In A Freedom
Worms In The Punishment

Armies Of The Letter Let Me Reel Wearily
Runs And Rises In The Air
Tables Of The Tavern Let Me Lie Dramatically
They Bring Lunchs And Cheerfulness
Never Shall I Speak
From The Apprehensions She’s Seen

Well, I’ll Be Caught
With The Last Of This Venom’s Maiden
The Arcades Rise Like A First Flesh
To Die Its Might
The Girl Changes, The Outlaws Kill, The Pond Speaks

Manly Ales – Once Upon An Action
The Snouts Leave Like A Honest Robes
Where All Octopi Drown, On An Inclination Such As This
Feel Your Thoughtfulness Endure With The Dream
Whispers Think When The Poison Is Successful

From The Penances She’s Seen
Our Propinquity Comes In Interior Countrysides
To Run Its Jeopardy
Turns Your Wall To A Father

Everyone’s Lone When The Dream Yearns By
Please Cup Me My Antipathy And I’ll Sing You
With A Spirit That Hung From The Loathing
All Ponds Leave Imprudent, Tender Moonlights
Receive Through The Poems, And On Through The Lake
Yes, To Take A Duke