Imagine holding a dice in your hand
You grip it tightly, kiss it and know...
If love could be bottled would you fill a bath,
then drown in it...
I stand here arms around the tough bark
Feeling the coarseness cutting my flesh...
Winged mirrors carry my thoughts aimlessly
glistening crystals of sky reflecting my sombre...
Soon calling winter
Heat executes cold today...
Who decided that when I laugh,
tears should drip from my tongue...
Sure I'm sad
Lost faith, that echo...
When it was made
it was rehashed from a bucket of Angels...
Reared in bloody fields
Encourages a new hope...
One book
written long ago...
Metamorphosis
butterflies beauty excels...
I learnt the value of determination
the day you looked passed the excess baggage...