I watch trees from my woods,
black bark against a cyan sky...

Can you feel the detachment
as it sweeps you off your feet...

And as the shivering woman looks down
with broken heart and broken spirit...

It feels
as if my life...

I am the temptation,
burrowing under skin of the weak...

I breathe my love and i taste your flesh
every day i need it less and less...

The tribal drums beat wildly
as the acid seeps and creeps within a memory...

I once knew what i wanted
and thought that i had to have it...

Absorbing warmth from the flame
the crowd gathers, shivering...

A bitter train of thought
a little bit distraught...

Sole thoughts plagued with the rot of your remains
more lost, but left impressions of bitter disdain...

An effigy of anguish with a frosted demeanor, I...
fervently languid in the center of your paradox...