White waves upon my fingers

In ocean risings to wallowed winters

Tears are washed beneath azure rivers

Let me escape the dream of moon-less eyes

Melted into a cloud of stygian lies

Beside sadistic skies

The detail hides

Though

The lyrical swan surrenders her wings

To a hearts dwam

Nearing epsilon

Dystocia are hands of halcyon

The pain is veiled with a blood stain

Of abysmal rain

Splintered to an ancient reign

But archaic to Romeo

Who...