search for reason, a time well wasted
well rested
but I think it spilled from the palm of
my hands, drew by myself
twisting of bones
juices under crushed flesh,
my eyes caught the culprit
a debt,
and all that we tossed around
I knew a person, let's call her Rain
(a stupid name), a beautiful name
when she comes around the thing
that causes her pain
she crosses the uphill and ciphers
to some degree and the next day
when the thing is sleeping
she hugs it, and thanks it for the power
and a time well-rested
not wasted
I guess evil is okay when asleep