Green-eyed lizard can't you see
The missing parts of being me...

Like the fire, you sear my skin
brutally hurting me in bliss...

Some said life was a series of stepping stones
And so I walked my life on solid rocks...

When the bed becomes the white knight
Pillow raised against the world...

Every step crumbled beneath
Every laugh turned to ice...

These are only my thoughts. You may agree or...

A rhythmic beat on the ground;
Two little red knobs...

*Written for those kids who are slaves or treated...

Gentle ponds of grace
Nurturing soft goldfishes...

The chandelier of heaven lights
Descend upon the waking night...

The light, as bright as it may be
Shrivels away at the touch of night...

So clueless in directions
so clueless in which ways...