≤Shifting≥
≤Shifting from right to left, beneath me, impatiently≥
≤The ground swears to suck me in and sweep me away from you≥
≤What a vow, what a vow, but no depth for it's purpose≥
≤Worse comes to mind before better comes to heart≥
≤We tend to make plans in precaution of failure, rather than plans in expectation of success≥
≤And so our panic becomes more realistic, sadly enough but certainly without suddenness≥
≤This piece of paper says to me you love me≥
≤This piece of paper, having only become a prophecy since the war became but a subtle trade of sign language based gestures≥
≤A man to call himself perfect when he's detached but to call himself sore, when strongly attracted to the woman which he loves≥
≤And the man so clouded upon contact with his fractures, that the safety of this woman becomes a matter of mystery≥
≤⟨⟨Is she happy with me? Will she stay?⟩⟩≥
≤His finger crushes the Sprite atop a fragile candlestick, as his head begins longing for rest≥
≤But he leaves the night in question, to pursue his heart's ache and return with it's trigger≥
≤A flickering insect, thought to have been dead or washed away, but instead, caught in the crevasse of his blood in coagulation≥
≤⟨⟨Perhaps, you were my instinct and through nature, became poison to me⟩⟩≥
≤⟨⟨And perhaps in advance, I'd have seen this coming, had I reviewed the previous wars prophecy⟩⟩≥
≤But now that all was silent, and he'd let that winged creature leave, all would become dark≥
≤And he will finally sleep≥
