Of loses my fine spots
Of hearts my thoughtless
Of soft my passions
Of listen my cross
I'll listen, don't cross me off

Of crimson my pastel
Of loses my future
Of success my past
Of return all my voids
Of voids my returns

Of upsides my down
Of caress my turnover
Of tried back my teeth
Of spiritual my physical
Of running my hung head
My head hung low

Of spurious my punish
Of Angels my blind spots
Of something my touch them

I don't mind

Of choices my outcome
Of hidden my sight
Of Angels my light