Feels like the mouse frozen
when cornered,
Is it too late to stop my thoughts,
disturbing like heresy.
The dreams are stinging
of a nest of so questioned
by a wealth of hornets.
I rely on fallen of my broken
The only so called release of peace,
is when you fall in my arms asleep.
Captured in time of your innocence,
I couldn't..... despite your prettiness.
You are lacking in experience.
Infanticide best represents......
I couldn't go from shallow to deep.