Congenial Organism
? The Architect ✍️
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and wrought... I sit here with a thought will my prose and rhythm save me? Once too many-a-times I asked is this worth it, and will I last? Sharp words and cluttering verbs are all too much when it's a bit absurd. With these fingers, I write this time not for me and not for mine. I look at ye as you see my muse untwine. With fickle wrists - uncertain gist - I'm inclined to find a light in this bleak and unforgiving night. Woe to me and my dreadful thoughts along came a friend but my mind in knots. Eager I venture to corners confined a little each time and I ask if you're inclined to continue this adventure. Silence is the response to all of my queries so I'm left in introspect something quite solemn and scary. A type of madness under the boards not often explored we've seen this before and always ignored. When the clock strikes twelve, I let it unveiled - a bit of sorrow to keep my tomorrow. I do not sleep before I see the sun - for if I did all that work would be undone.
Now hush little baby don't say a word, none of them will ever be heard.
So I leave to rest the wicked test, imagination and solemn jest you've seen sunrise.
My future lies at the end. All he wanted was a friend, with emotional ties the morning rise, the townsfolk all tell the tale that said he...
Now hush little baby don't say a word, none of them will ever be heard.
So I leave to rest the wicked test, imagination and solemn jest you've seen sunrise.
My future lies at the end. All he wanted was a friend, with emotional ties the morning rise, the townsfolk all tell the tale that said he...