excuse my vanity tonight
and forgive me for not paying much
mind
to how you are feeling within,
tonight my thoughts turn
to the beauty of your form;

You are unbearably beautiful
the blackness of your iris
the curl on your smile
the smoothness of your skin
all in the oval shape of your face
Captivates

It seduces my thoughts
into thinking
'to you belongs the rarest beauty'
in its most pure form

The world is full of wolves...
And more wolves pretending to be sheep;


wicked, heartless, manipulative... deceitful, arrogant, greedy -

good people ...

but somehow I luckily manage to pick up
needles from a ****** haystack--

Somehow(I don't know how)
I manage to come across
good people

Borne alone with my shadow
in the confines of space
empty and
Infinite it seems, endless.

How I long to be free
but that cannot be;
Like a trapped bird
in an iron cage,
I scratch the cold metal
in a quiet rage

shackled, the chain
doubles its weight on my
lonely soul

And
no matter--
on foot or feather--
how fast or far i run
the dark shadow of mine
will follow-

through night and through day,
through winter and through summer;
In the autumn of may
and in the freezing december,

it follows and follows
my heart
like an obsessed stalker,
a tireless walker
it will catch on and drag me
on my face
Into forlorn darkness