Souls that Fall in Vain

For pain to come & pierce, instill,

To become, it is vile.

Summed up the vigor to fulfill,

A corrupt body for a mile.

Runs the test of joyous skills,

To gloat the means to fly.

Capturing the solemn promise like stills,

Unless the pain is by you, to tie.

Shores do not fade off the waters,

Stay but to leave is as true as oblivion.

At last is to leave alone to believe, the filthy chatters,

To defy the spies of sadness, to defeat the happiness in leagues.