o, but barren notes with ink gone dry

Soliloquy (sp) of Insanity
O, but barren notes with ink gone dry are my memories. Alone, unto a light untold bespoke of even more forlorn. I sink with heart but stunning still, i croon for blood to flow. Still barren notes with ink gone dry, my memories grow old. It's apple trees and elephant's ears and pyramids i miss. I've seen the Babylonians, a try for it, a thought of it, a grab for power and need. They promised us the land and gold and justice true, a sky so blue, a market square and underwear and our place beneath the sun but i have now gone by way of winding road some hence, on bi-way's search for less and less whene'er ink on barren notes' gone dry.