Arms.
Comforting, hearty, safe arms.
Cuddling, supporting, warming me up.
She felt like home.

Television is going to eat your brain.
Society is going to devour your soul.
They want to corrupt your feelings
so you can purchase their product.

Similar souls are destined to meet.
Through space and time
they communicate.
Through images and melodies
they touch.
In one moment in time they will collide.

Wild and delicate.
A wallflower,
waiting for somebody
to stop and appreciate her smell.

It's flowing out,
the pleasure she's giving to me.
Red hating- eyes,
darkness comes as slow as the pain I'm feeling.

You stand there.
Beautiful like a Greek sculpture,
Nothing can touch you.
Still, I hear you
    Screaming
inside of your head.
Lost inside your pain.

I wish I could mend your soul.