The memories are long forgotten
The fruits of war and peace are rotten...

This knife hits my skin
Soft and supple...

An undead child has been born
In to a living world anew...

I wandered softly in the air
Like a cloud above it all...

You are my sun
My stars my earth...

These wings I’ve grown have set me free
My vision they expand...

I feel I need to remind you
More and more each day...

The rain drops splattering while it rains
Each one drumming on the window panes...

I lay here waiting for my time
In the middle of the street...

I love you baby as you will see
As this poem comes to be...

What do they do when they sleep?
Is there joy at all in their bodies...

*written on kind of a request,, not true!*
Lightning cracks, thunder roars...