When you look at me,
I own a childish smile...

It's along the dark jagged serrations,
where I hide my feelings...

Encompassed feelings bubble away, vicously...
Finally, I'm faced with the reflection that has...

Like sun rays...
through detailed stain glass windows...

Un-rolling parchment from a skeletal rod...
I glance upwards for the last time...

My chest is now a precious cage,
protecting those who i've treasured...

I am in the fragile reflection looking back at...
as you run your slightly pressed fingers...

By hand i write verses,
that come from my heart...

King of the Jungle.
A heart that's strong, to...

Once the cradle falls, its your
niche in life... that separates...

Eyes lock.
Butterflies wake...

From grace i fall,
to the fire of the devil...