Curiosity, and the macabre skeleton
Swept open the curtains of my stomach
Releasing the moonlight-blue butterflies who flap so vigorously
Encased within the walls of me
The rain I dreamt of washed over
And showed me a garden of an alternative heart's desire
My thoughts of a rigid, stable column
Split into haunting doubles
I watch what no one else could see as an angel
Things I've done I wouldn't do for those of the past
A sweet horrid intoxication of a fair enlightener
Study of smiles, words of lesson and a voice of pleasantry
The delivery response of a pigeon dove to my heart
Will never come
A poisonous kiss I'd never receive
And take with me into my dreams and pen
Page of an unwritten letter fluttering in the wind from the window
As ink hazardously spills with grace from the heart-shaped inkwell
Spilled flourishes into nothingness