Sweet Whisper
BY ME

Sweet Whisper,
My painful eyesight comabts the blur,
In the shadow of a streaming tear.
I am sanctioned by my Armor,
And confirmed by my unyielding Spear.

Sweet Whisper,
I must not dispense with the thundering.
As my end is doomed nontheless,
For passionate wicked is coming,
And I must not evade scene of this.

Sweet Whisper,
Fill this eternal chasm wrought,
By the limited physics comprised of naught,
But hath stolen this amounted sum you bought.
And crucified the meaning you h ave taught.

Cheers and good morrow,
COREY

Can you see me?

Has it pleased you that you’ve lost your own delicate decree?
Is it this endless interference between us that impedes your view of me?
Or is it the defiance of yourself that mistifies your ways?
Why does it cause you anguish by me asking you these things?
I ask you now to see through that image that makes us incomplete.
That further removes us from ourselves,
                Creating a this reflective illustration that compromises our deciet.

I love you,
COREY