Doorbell - Pears

I’ll paint my eyes

To break my stuttered gaze with no reply

I hold my everything

Devout enough to lose

Easy to replace

Predicated grieving in the slots of foreign cues

And I’m grateful for my blessings, save a few

Isolate imbued with no remission

Temples twinge of pride

Depiction of vision

Notions pouring out all molten slow

Await the doorbell

Waste not our time

Moon hangs sullenly, abets the climb

Hand held anonymous

I beg for clemency

Clinging to your wayside patiently

Rock and roll

Isolate imbued with no remission

Temples twinge of pride

Depiction of vision

Notions pouring out all molten slow

Await the doorbell