Withering flowers
Drop petals as though faucets
Poured unto oceans

I'm no friend to open doors
that welcomes useless guests
This house forbid these tiled floors
be stepped by pesky pests

But now I open all my gates
and windows on my skin
Invite all monsters that awaits
then let the devil in

Forgive me if I ever refer to you as the sea. It does not concern your size. It regards the moments in which whenever I believe that you have calmed and I decided to be walking ever so gracefully among the sand, you bring a sudden approach that leaves me stunned. And I am not happy, when I should be.