Erudites have long wondered how civilization spread through This oasis where you lie in your solitude Going around the same old allegory That you tread upon in some shadow Books hide those shadowed thoughts Luckily I can see through you And the rain came again and washed away The stars came upon me like a comet For personal reasons, the photographs didn't exist At least, not to my knowledge
Apotropaic I could see the scars she hid behind, From the demons that took her soul. She wore her troubled past upon her marred soul