What is it when I write
Just plain words
From left to right
Connecting to your inner dictionary
Translation adds up the equation
Plain words, ordinary
Paradigms shift
These thoughts flow
A picture in my head
To you shall go
An apples skin
To cover the sweet meat within
Sanguine as a murderous sin
Polished to a shine
A red mirror for those who dare
To stare upon themselves
Teeth sink inside
And an image into your mind