to the very depths of your soul i dive
and from there i derive
slithers of secrets and whispers of dreams
artefacts that i’ll grab by some strange twisted means.
to the very floor of your being
i’ll spend a little while creeping
dust down the old pictures of people you once loved
of places you once
regarded as somewhat sacred.
i’ll put a stop in the door that leads to your core
a cold draft flits in as i seek for more,
the aim of my ventures
my mis-adventures?
i couldn’t scarecly tell you much more
than i don’t mean to poke or pry
to deliver the tears to your eyes
ignorance is bliss and with that
i just want to set the world on fire.
