Anon's Register

Die for me, nay give your life

Rest in woe, repose in strife

Grave inside, the nth degree

Black hour and I roam free

Restfulness, peaceful slumber

Eyes broad near, gaze in wonder

How do I?

Not without you

You’re the one without a clue

There’s a mark laid out inside

Emptiness, no place to hide

“To shove and to cherish. To have and to mold.”