Allow me to deceive,
Your senses.
Drag your eyes,
To my private zone.
And why not?
And why have you
Murdered my black
Birds?

I heard you are
Perfect.

But we're in a queue of fools,
Trying to melt,
Desire into disdain.

My possessions of
Smoke and breaths,
Were wasted;
On your way to heaven.
Why has he stolen my
Perceptions of
Deranged days?

I'd like to
Pump your blood
Into the veins
Of my favorite song.

And,
I'd like to run after
Your impossible
Words.

And, I'd like it
If you'd ****
The rest of
My nights.

Allow me to remember;
Your guilt.

It's built the remnants,
Of my soul.