Dancing with bodies of Flame,
I can never throw that blame...
Chalk,
Wastes away with each knock...
It's times like these i think of Death,
About it's possibilities to end my breath...
I play a game of tainted lies,
That twists and turns my enemies eyes...
I'm not like a bud that eventually blossoms,
I dwell as a scavenger much like a possum...
Three,
Undersea...
His the seasons in a day,
I never know if I should stay...
Red,
Dread...
The thought dawns on me that he is awaiting my...
For I see perfection as he is...
In a crevice I do not cry,
Or feel emotion I don't know why...
It lingers in my room,
It dimmers all that blooms...
Skin lingering with an edge of frost, awaiting to...
but a pond action...