Tempted, be the endeavors of a heart once wounded
And pained, be that of a lover once scorned
Always wickedest in motion
And how such pours out of its power
Like the deaf of honest reminiscent
And agent of one's familiar

Those of truth melt into scorned hearts
And down amid a sea of discontentment
Aware, beaming with bland security
And how its tips reek of tears once shed
Lesson: shed no more
And be deep -- shallow and hollow within timid waters

Listen and breathe the hate of thy music
And understand the art of words
All so "however" in these days to share
And it lets the blind poetry swim through
Levels of what was once seen
And indiscretions of what was once said