Writ Of Concession - A Word by Moe

The quiet of the night air whispers the hearts agressor
towards affection's recourse

A steady quietly endangered drip of pine and longing
redirecting controlled force

Cryptically spiraling inward towards the release of tamed structural insanity

Altruistically entangled into an artistic desire to satiate his humanity

A fevered justification embracing the union of unseen
flesh and bone deemed tender

Now burrowed into the psyche of hunger lust to
both concede and conquer surrender...

To both concede and conquer...surrender...

~Apollo