Binoculairs

Withdraw me of the binoculairs
You held so thight
My eyelids converted, the bloom it set down
Inferno of a sunshield
The contestant of night

It seems clear for an answer
There you stood, near the shores
Of a capitulating fortress
Or a condo off course

I don’t mind, didn’t bother
Of the structered walls outside
Let me just build some pillars
Of my invert homicide

And let me be born the happiest man in times
In my own paradise
Emphatist