Stagnant

i follow the religion of Love
a wrong mix of crowd
many-named many flew
all in the nature of Fear

my beloved is three
three yet only one
many things appear in three
which are no more than one

nights i normally sleep
awaken by the silent weep
feelings shouldnt find speed
the more u speed the more u bleed

Short rope of hope
Falls short on grip
my will against my whole
alone against my will