You looked at me
As you spoke the words of a red rose
The silence that followed,
it cradled,
I swallowed
We could embrace it naturally
And then you opened the gate, it led to a path
Which bloomed as we watched into barfing grass
So naive,
I chased you,
blinded by petty fantasy The power of you had drifted into me
This eye is posed
as possibilities in my
foolish head
And under your spell I drew the blinds
over the red
And I saw white, only white
Perhaps I diverted my sight to the drained light
Oh,
I chased you,
blinded by petty fantasy The power of you,
it drifted into me
And then the light
began to flicker
And
under it
I began
to wither
And then the light began
to flicker And under it I began to wither
