Would You Know A Taste Bondage

Speaking in my sleep blackest of sheep wool of the soul eyes of pink when ill. Lambless heart of proffit drives the hand hard chains sweet chest of dreams. Your land takes the breath of bread the wine it stains the face in halls of shame. Garbed in splindid colors fashion pains the arm hued muscled touches like'nd mind. Rivers shift in magic night I run away to know the feel of sand beneeth my foot. Tendon cut the cain I wear of back the welts are burried neeth the dirt my tears. Extension word of rope the language hopes milky eyes in love the lantern dims all days. Music earned my mother yearns in wipeing way our tears as well of cloth in others wore to tell. Many countries dust of print such many toes sandles trod a crack in armor blanched. Burdens life the pleasure packed to sooth my souls so clutched in grasp he would but know the window is the ink upon the land.