You are - scent, a world with roulettes of mists...
sweetness but hold mysteries...

You are pondering the smoothness inside
your mouth, thinking all the same there has...

You have your face roughly
in the palms of your hands...

Your fingertips tiptoe up my spine,
inviting me to fall under your spell...

"Don't make me, please. What have I done to...
The whispers pester me until I must take my gaze...

I open the windows, move
aside pale curtains, and...

Throw words at me...
Don't fret, for I won't rip and snarl at them...

He is five fingers... she is the other five
and they are pressed together like...

Allow your naive toes to dig themselves sites
to explore underneath the ground, and remind...

His dreams are no longer inspiring
or driving, for he doesn't have a heartbeat...

He discovers pieces
around him, inching their...

I know your soul is present inside of that...
plastic mask and metal chains...