A paradise
In your arms?
No, not really
Still not safe from all harms.
The moment's still a little hilly
But years from now, who knows...
When I heal,
And the pain doesn't come as it goes
Maybe then, you'll be real
And not fake
Like a fast food meal
Easy to take
Hard to let go
You're bad for me,
But I continue,
Leaving scars;stories to be
A present,;my past, my future anew
Destruction within
For being with you
Causes one to sin
But your intentions,
They're all seen through
Like deadly infections
You seek onto me,
Hoping to **** me
I slowly suffocate
As you start your passage
In which my soul, you navigate
As a dark and cold savage
You eat away at my soul
With words of a python, a snake
Slithering in the cold
Bitting, slowly killing
With what pieces you take
I regain my health in a matter of time
I see no longer with the eyes of a blind man,
But with those of a mime...