Oswald, I'm wandering.

Oh Oswald, how much we love to bite from the devil's arms.
The sky is frozen and orange, so I'm traveling.
Can you see whatever is beyond noticeable?
My heart is such a heavy anchor but faithful when there is
not much to have faith for, but we can argue this.

She moans, delayed and silver-y.
Delayed in a garden, but mighty.

The venom lured you, to this Violet is supernatural and my fears are bottled.
I wish for the downfall, like the kings bestowed.
Like a librarian, haunted by the wine.

All I get is absolute silence.
Sweet silence has been here before.
I don't need this.
How much do I want what I cannot have?

Big cathedrals,
Cows that have recovered from bad dreams and have
let their milk dry.

I'm just wandering, I'm humble.
It is unfair, I deserve more.