Sunset To Sleep

I am adored. Systematically overturning my sad disposition by honoring all I know with not all I have done. I will not digress with casualness nor fright. I will bolster kindness and sleep through the night, with eminent domain forlorned on a serrated cot. In an instant captivated by game, building pluralism to impress upon a disjointed plot. I find shame in my likeness, for they who sleep behind walls and see through eyes of young, wonder aloud at the position of the incessant fine line before me hung.