A rock sat still on sunken cloth Dull and boring, shineless in her form She had no cares, no wit nor love Ignorant and heavy she sat still Like a rock, forever staring at nothing But taking in everything And rejecting it all
Horde my colours pridefully Pry my secrets dreadfully Strip down my necessity My individuality Gone with my complexity Is freedom free, truly My answer is no, unruly
A succulent Needing very little attention Striving for more But accepting much less His leaves were thick And against all odds The heat never phased him He pressed further on
He was steam, And I was metal. His soothing heat felt so good.-- Soothing, yet fatal Each deep breath of his form.-- In, but never out Too much of his love could **** a man Or rust him, without a doubt.
Constant bombardment ensues Echoes and ties the noose Here lies your only son Oh no, what have I done I killed him with words within Ignorance, abuse, and sin