The outline sketched
didn’t follow the lines.
My my my if they only
saw it now, bowing before
the broken plans. Reading
between the lines on a rainbow
of dreams in a past life
tortured by this inferno.
Trapped in Lust and crawling
to Limbo. It’s quite here.
Conjuring an escape into
a brand new blue print,
far from a lost planet.
Saint's Muse 