Chance Of Error

Harmonics ring deep into me
Waves roll over me
Places forgotten, images torn
Blow into me, cover me
Your tides rattle through this vessel
Haste...The vibrations know no end
Gather your opinions let them pick at me
I am the last of the worshiped kind
I was the sour in the middle swarmed
Pools of doubt filling up in me
Flood the roads that lie ahead
Make me out to be your devil
I know no names that shall stand the fire thick
Passion kills the breath in me for the 1,000th time
Uncover me?Unveil my layers...But know me as this chance of
error.
For I will fail you often.
I tend not to hook onto the hopes of others
Nor shed light to the ones in darkness over yonder.
Yet my fervor follows me like a plague. Poor wretch with your
moans
So too are you spitefully wrong in your glamour frail an beneath the
callus
Maybe you shall grow to digest the others....Oh how I wish for this
chance of error....