Leather-Like

Heat up the tune,

The last arc in the shore,

Hope through the mirror

And left the pause for the tour.

The rested whole of the hood,

Mining each of the truth,

Maybe just for a current

And shove away for the flute.

Greying down each of the hairs,

Smothering by the losers,

Halting through those rails

And making my fate of fake leathers.

Rashes and bruises all over,

Hurt own selves for the unknown,

The last names of the roles to play

And blending each beat for a showdown.

Guess whom I said for guard

Wishes of thorns in the soul,

Blooming like a tulip at night

And roaring my pride for no goal.

Swaying all those enmities

Leaving from own homes and city,

Hearts are drying as ashes

And last, of cards, I saved for this calamity.

Kings and queens all left and swept,

Hard those stones I checked,

Paving for each of unleashed turns

And my blames are flown and wracked.

Leather as it does to stretch

Set my mind in the set,

The whole of my leaves for the wrath

I wish if I could survive more than I expect.