stay awake, aware wanting

as if by magic I stay awake, I feel the night and salty lake, upon my tounge I take the water, I lust and fall , for its breath daughter, the night feels like a can of worms, them worms they loose there bitter taste, and as I swallow there gristle lost, I feel the night as if by state.

the life I wonder be at best for that be at worst, the lost in under for chorus known, and while I shudder for being be, leave my judder and warranty, for register to owner I wink and limp, you'll see another, brought to the brink.

I hope you pity, my soul is free, I hope you wonder of what I be, I hope for others the time before, be lost in inclusion, bellow the door.

your hear at last and I wish you well, I wish you'll not loose this living hell, the smell of burning flesh undercurrent, the walls are steaming without the urgent of success, but you wonder the same, and read for more, to see what's under that rotten door.

and I loose your mistrust, I loose your hope, for I want the words to be choked from life, to wonder curiously, above the page ,far hidden rage and full of beauty, they wonder slowly, with illustrious duty, and while you wonder, they will wonder too, they will watch your fears and they will mock you, they will lastingly, toil in the night for ther wisdom, and at last site will be the key to there victim