What is it when I write
Just plain words
From left to right

Connecting to your inner dictionary
Translation adds up the equation
Plain words, ordinary

Paradigms shift
These thoughts flow
A picture in my head
To you shall go

An apples skin
To cover the sweet meat within
Sanguine as a murderous sin

Polished to a shine
A red mirror for those who dare
To stare upon themselves

Teeth sink inside

And an image into your mind