Opening to the world,
the window in my room...
Autumn, nineteen forty-three,
my eyes have seen death...
Living in a delusional world
Protest to live in reality...
Sinful lips
Bedroom eyes...
We made a god that teaches only want.
It opened its mouth; wasps buzzed forth...
Shoot.
The sky is purple. Tints of reds and blues...
Only a vulnerable,
Lonely person will...
Oh ye emotions that rise in me!
Why do ye come uncalled...
The flush starts quickly,
hotter than molten lava...
Ambling around
the outskirts of love...
Lately it feels like time
has kicked up her skirt...
If I were to die;
would anyone cry...