Dinning and dying out

Dinning and dying out

If ever shade will fade

The sound of quietee will aid

And in the lones of been filled

And remaining empty still.

Then still"

I will share a stare,

with shallow shade of who caries

No face,

so why not a blink"

and maybe blow a kiss."

It wont speak or blow its beak.

For seat infront holds nothing

But shadow me.

And what i wish it did hold

To my thought is becoming

The biggining of old.

Consuming whats laid but late

for me.

But im no less empty than the seat

That dont eat.

My mind elevates to a place where

the spread of pieces are Shattered

Laid with others.

And scattered themselfs.

Sipping to self tipsy

A Fine rosemary wine.

Bluer to see the shade of my shadow

And too Ripped" too see truth

So I lie to myself,

And to my polite well manner guess.

Yet alone stilI I remain

a mess.

Diswallowing all the wrong swallowed

For allowing all to spread butter

In there wings,

And disallowing myself of spreading mine

I deprived a feather from ring

and now i want to fly

And no wind.

With feathers that forgot" they song"

Loneliness will always win.

Won...