Former days of Summer with times coloured,
Flowers yet to bloom; young but not foolish...

Grazed will be
the knees of...

Downed by a single shot of fear,
You fall depraved through the yesteryear...

Spiked and serrated, deadly but fruitful;
The tongue of the Serpent still lies for you...

Your eyes used to resemble a welcoming fireplace,
That would ignite from every second thought that...

Twist, bend and curve to transform;
You create the Ultimate from your brittle bones...

Every thought is a thought alone.
Mostly without reason - out of the zone...

Unto the rocks chiseled by the waves of those...
Shall we find ourselves crawling on as we catch...

And God said, "Let there be light." -
The walls of the domain only appeared to climb...

It lays heavy on my crowded cloud of thoughts,
Leaving me with nothing more than a sore back...

Selling your soul -
It's not what you would think...

Shall we pave our own road together,
And stray from the ones that run through life...