Impetus

Find the thoughts of mine,
Thinking over small cynical
Black pits.
Two days of foul mouths.
Sing a song of flickering wings.

Play your violins as the water
Drips onto the mind.
The paintings are on the wall.
As I see what you did with your kiss.

I drank from the red water well
Pretty words for a artist.
To watch you thin

Go to the world that doesn't
Exist.
It can wrap around and take you
Down.
I will keep you deeper in the
Conflict of the hopeless.
The unfaithful.