Time Misused

It feels no time at hand

Tis greater than me, I understand

You'll be sitting beneath an autumn season

Paying ransom to my passing treason

No reason to doubt that spring may come

As thou hath promised, thou hath done

There is a heaven in a melody inside of us

Filigree intertwined to form a new sarcophagus

Wing'd quasars size an attempt in thine eyes

Rest Elysium a night, 'lest all passion dies

There is a coffin in my lover's dormitory

Slumbering while rising to oven's glory

And all is utopian beneath the setting haze

Twilight lies in wild hues of a coming phase

My future should be heading home by now

All that is fair beneath my brow

But humor molds to weather this burning tower

In winter, I am fond of the fate of the flower

Poisons taking courses onto poppy fields

and pretty corpses

Spare your shields 

In separate aura do we divide our destined fates

Until the seasons part, my bed awaits

And fumigation shall not slake inseparable swine

So go forth and breed for thou art thine

Thy fortune's passage be written heavenly 

All stars pay homage to likes of thee

It is true we are awaiting symbiotic flight

But I shan't go with thee tonight 

For evolution has obscured all we've abused

Divesting the layers and I'm rendered misused.