I've been told about black, as a devilry story
and I can only think of the lines dancing around you proudly
the way you move in every corner of my mind
helplessly mocking of everyone's still life
while you master my dreams towards unmerciful longing
threatening to take control of my eternal and lost gazing
tenderly waving fire through your lastly innocence
and a sole glimpse was enough
a simple hazardous smile to never let me go
and I can't get rid off of the feeling
what if I can only stumble to the sound
the mezmerizing song that comes out of your mouth
diving to the ilusions of a sunny afternoon
but at night you look down to the blood in the cues
merely idiotic, merely naive, merely platonic
you're my favorite black tale