Strike me down like a rattling convulsion,
hurricane, and you the eye.

Eye's are covalent in this aspect,
breaking down walls.
While empires fall as such love is an active culture.

We depict our dependings.
You live, I hide.
We aren't that similar, aren't we?

Question me your favorite color,
does it even matter?
Draw blanks, darkness,
engulfing your entity.

Break down these walls.
They're finite in something so infinite.
This lightness, blinding ones soul,
You welcome with a closed heart.

Soft lips, you enthrall,
**** the none existent pain,
love the future that is blind.
Contemplate me, loving the lavash.