Stop the rain.
Chase away the pain, it's burning.
Accursed yearning.
Fondles and trembles.
Take me to that temple.
The gleaming one that hides the secrets.
It's treats, unknown sweet .
Taste the chaste.
According to the things that matter.
Things that don't in a chaos of a broken butterfly.
Pretending to be a humble bumble bee.
(c) Livvi MMCV