i'm tiptoeing around the fine lines holding my breath, silently my fingers trace the boundaries i am too close for comfort circling the forbidden with my fingertips i am so close to falling in love with you
in the sand, with a stick you draw a line to keep us apart but the sun burns too strong to keep me from you i test the water with my feet too hot, too cold; just right i am so close to falling in love with you
Prickly languid pear. Hold fast against the wilted branch.
Thank the tree for its regard; the limb that decayed the least. O' how my will hangs as I do above the death who brought us this rot Pear, languid and prickly. Tenacious pride claws and bites at morbid despair and lonesome longing; neither victorious.
Ashen sky dust and burn the peel
Languid pear. Pain felt from the dying of the limb that had more than you in the end
Resentment tucked between the anguish. Who brought us this rot? O' how this will fades unable to deliver the cut that will end The branch snaps.
Languid. World devoid; the will of which persists.
Sugar of the island; crystalline. Seclude thyself from the fingers of the men of The World. Birds of flight; softened against the earth; hardened against the sky. Avoid rest beneath the head of the men of The World. Fresh water of the brook; serene. Bubble, toil, and rush away from The mouths of the men of The World. Trees of the forest; magnanimous. Stand tenacious before the frailty of them; fortify the earth as it is gouged by the men of The World. Mountains that challenge the heavens; stoic. Hold thyself between them the men, and The World. Salt-water of the sea; viscous. Run thyself down the gullet of the men of The World. Cattle of the fields; naive. Hold thy tongue and stomach; do not ***** to the men of The World. Fangs of the exiled hunters; voracious. Bare thy teeth against them; consume the meat of the men of The World. Children of men; ambiguous. Remain at play; thy memory will wither of the men of The World. Men of The World; insolent; gluttonous. Sit idle and fat; thy follies shall decay beneath the history of The World.
It has become night, the most dangerous time. When everything seems to come out and try to push you into the dark part of your mind. The thoughts you push away come out. You struggle falling asleep. So, you turn on the radio but the song him and you listened to comes on and you start crying. You remember everything. You are not safe at night time. You stay awake for as long as you can, until you have become exhausted and your eyes slowly start closing. Your final thought is, I hope my dreams don't torture me.