Composition #7

Shadows maul my waiting face, exposing me to sin
Destroying all my innocence and distancing my kin
Cotton sorrow stretched tomorrow, today will only shrink
Wallow, hollow, follow, harrowed, what will let me think?
A brink to sink, a link, a tinkered twinkling tank of truths
Will bate the breaking base of bastards born in drinking booths
Hit the switch that with a situation saves the sands
That teaches Romeo to know what love at last withstands