• A ring of time passed me over and its only been 24
    The voice's in my head has slipped through my mouth.
    It wasn't meant for your ears to have heard or the way your icey blues had read my eyes.

    Its only too late and the heart beat of the tunnel is only the exaggeration from the passing over head.

    Despite my artistic hands
    The heart that should have been a gentle work of thread and ribbons
    or the glare of fame

    The brown that can never decide if it wants to be a forest green should had washed into a milky white, forever clouding my perfect vision of his angel faced beauty

    Since when did beauty make me question my very being?

    So what are these questions of love, lust, and loyalty?
    Do they mean anything, or could I possibly fear the ideation of forever being lost in this gruesome insanity I am forced to call my own very life?
    To only wander amongst the masses and regretting such a loss, my Angel-Faced Hellion.

    No I will not.

    I will skip across loyalty and always and forever be damned by my impurities.
    But I will never regret the spark of passion on his lips, of love and lust