Gord

2026-02-07 03:00 pm

He persues love,
Hapiness and a son. 
Three to two, two to one.

Free to choose,
One persues their roots, 
Freeform blues, cute girls,
Until ruin, until dust.

But upon the soul a velvet rust,
Temples burnt to smell of blood.
Umbrella terms, settlements,
Lemon curd over skeletons.

Free to choose,
They choose but one.