Mindless Banter, session 4.

Somewhere in the shadows, maybe below the gallows,
i don't set a foot in the deep, but lie in the shallows.
i muster and hinder toward the snow
and crawl though the milky sands
in a world so cream and roses.
i hear the children singing,
of adultery and of murder
calling across the ocean of red
for the time has arrived to sing a requiem
for those who have lost their way,
for those who have just came up short
for those who have raised their hands into the sky, and gave up.
i'm point into the direction of the black, pondering for attack,
waiting for a mistress, knowing she'll never come back.
its all for the better, i wrote in a letter never sent,
buried somewhere in gallows,
as i retreat back into the shadows.