For what doth true beauty behold?
A Pigement of imagination
A Fruitful bowl of soured apples..
A taste so disturbing it could only be
Yet exstacy from its decay is applealing
in every way
Turth be told in a perception left yet unclear
it is a twin of but shadowed relflections....
A personality of both the heart,
with a devious mind
An alluresome canopy with halloween tricks
Behind the nightshade veil
lustful bowls open the gates
to rush in the tides
let us gather together
in lust and lies
a bold perspective for one so young
yet too old for solitude
an arangement of lilies
seems but a milestone
among inorganic soils
Naturally grown admist a momument of weeds.
A Confession of indulgence between two worlds
a third party