Beautiful bumblebee,
Ginger stripes, blonde streaks...

In your box; i swim my thoughts,
consume our contorts...

Sorry dear angel,
For believing a maggot could nest...

If i was to burn delicately against your lips,
squeeze you as those eyes meet mine...

To all those memories; those intracies,
i call to you in little drops, every dot...

The day he rung; that moment was pivotol,
the reason was complex but...

With each and every word I
Speak and fail, and every motion...

Whispers
Delicate wish...

Eyes,
mirrors...

Burn children of a new world,
famine constant, of the greed...

This day i can remain,
blood hot and rising, hearts song...

Wishes seem pointless
under stars of angel eyes...