Your beauty may sway in
a flowerbed of innocence,
why do I wish to destroy it,
Can we justify,
the corruption
the floating of leaves,
sparkling of green,
with red of autumn,
and lose the hymns?

I can't pretend
to be clean,
if loneliness
of pink petals
can't
justify
the evil-ness.
of a shape,
moves
logically,
to
exit left
of poison,
darkness
bleeding.

I hate the way,
I love.....
the way....
before
these days.