Warm notes piercing inside your tenacious call
calmed every outcry of pain I fought
Your tender kiss of death upon my jaw
found a lonely past who needed endless torment and conflict
Thrown away like a lost lock-pick
When the vines crept up there was no need to repent
Forgiveness purified rotten skin
Judgement falters under hearts cleanse
I simply give my wealth through poetry, hoping this inspires some of these lovely faces that pass by
The Nameless Collective 