In The Course...

Soft skin on sheets
Often on beat
With hearts with heat
Coffins obsolete

Cause air is plenty
In hair that's scenty
I stare relentlessly
Oh dear helpless me

Fires flare flame-less
Love dares aimless
Parts introduced, nameless
Evil calls, tame it

And curves shift, tangent
Spirits lift, and then
Losing grip but manage
Til the moment, advent