if time had fingers
I would braid them with mine
and never undo
this dance we call it
life.

Altoids, Bronners, Composition, and Deceptive Evil
Lay still and mechanically move
closer toward your hands
your glasses are befitting to your face
your eyes befitting to both
you look befitting to me.
looks are nothing but deceptive evil
womans words are befitting of that.
captivated by deception,
sweetly selling certain death,
dosed into a daze when decieved.
your eyes catch mine in two moments of deception
captivating enough to wish that i were blind
your hands and eyes and being before me
befit the deceptions believed
oh so sweetly did i believe.