Vista Picturesque skew, by the vanity view, Torn away imagination, to where the model scales true.

Neverwinter blue, up in the skies bright hue, Perplexity of vivid saturation, in the scenes you drew. You were to meet me candidly, in the waiting room, Where theres no one there who you ever knew. There I asked you to trust me, like a brother, And have faith that Ill come through. But you knew, as I knew, That we were always, just like glue. Held together, forever, In this world deemed, so untrue. So you thanked me, that I might thank you, As you walk back, so as to redo. While you pass through these grass roots, To review the life that youve swept through. But to withdraw like a quick draw, To run from the debts of your coin toss. Caused you cap-screw, like a Sandshrew, By the mistakes that have misjudged you. In this mortal end, we have outgrew, These taboos that we have pursued. So I now ask you to love me, as a brother, And to trust me, as youve once done. And I hope to pray, that the ends just as fun, As the sober beginning, once was.

Anthony K. Rosales