cemetery gates

say it as a brit would..for i am british you know.....

i waiver back and forth the wills and the wiles of the ink..
the oils that run to a life to fulfill their own.
the whites that have their way as they flirt with the darkest black they have known.
for tears will still run...
and they will run for you as you know...
i cannot hold them back for a different course.. or a place to be swallowed whole.

i wish them to virgil's pit of a seventh hell..
still there is no solace them there..
so a new stead will i have to place.. among heightened stars and slaughtered night..
for then... their freedom from you is complete.