Loveless meaning.

The whisper blown on milk bottles is

You can go sleep off your ideas you have of heaven

The fair tears turn out be for weather 

Not for the been eating decadence of 

Dwelling on a dialling light bulb of.
Imagine that humans are the 

inspiration for monsters that write.

And how can you Automatically 

presume this Innocence isn’t 

a coin questioning Confession.
Drink the rum smoke the unswept fires

As hats are tried that might also fit you

Does the coin fill the void of loveless meaning.
Like a glass ringing under grass entwined 

Falling from my hands to Kyoto sunset

We all have the capability to bury our lies

In Japanese hieroglyphs

The haiku merely shortens the Devils 

Pact that rolls off my Able tongue.