With eyes,
the very hue of water,
I'll never drown in
Skin,
the tint of earth
Hair, as soft
as a mermaids voice
That my kind,
will never
in a million millennia
lay pale flesh upon
Heaven,
embodied within a China doll,
behind carnival glass
Pure as heavens own tears
Sinful,
as the way the sea,
lusts for sandy shores
Lacking,
as eternity's knowledge is
to newly borne mortality
I weep red
for that
Never known.
He,
the boy China doll
with lake coloured eyes.
I'm tired. My job, my baby. Please forgive me that I can't comment as often as usual. I read you all though. Through out my days at the hell I'm employed at. The banquets, the "unreality" in which I dwell, grows thin I assure you. And I love you. I love you.