Matthew

How will it be seen? This known passing reveals pain, but entitlement should bring silver rain. This scapecoat blackens a love of no means. To wait upon a day, again, While my time was so vast and fun lasts, We played away selflessly; days pass, And fortune ahead with a new life to gain. Our Golden Age of fame rose! Evereyone knew the erupting madness; We swept into a land so naive; it is blindness in all perfection, that we had no reward in pose. We burned out before fading away. Lifetimes will cease before I believe, What I chose was to better our right to achieve, But, my brother, mine heart must stray...