I’m not running from reality or an evil cause
Though someone that makes me breath;
It’s just something not to release.
Yet still a stranger in disguise;
Eyes filled with mystery and difficult to read;
Whispers are blistering yet vague;
Old but still young at heart.
So he isn’t heaven sent;
Or the Lords perfect angel;
But there’s a mystery that entirely surrounds him
His tainted formation.
He bites your soul out;
Causing cries that evade the mind;
Though not one of companionship;
Just mere seconds of utter bliss.
This dense outer layer;
An entirely perfect masterpiece;
What lurks inside to, me an utter stranger.
They say, “The eyes are the mirror to one’s soul”
They never did state;
Look only at pleasures door.
A story and a challenge;
Combining two things in a mere second;
Watching and seeing each reaction;
As feathered trails conveniently leave a mark;
And draw lines of ease and class.
Too much of something is dangerous;
Yet you cannot start something without and end!
Thus, friendship with benefits
A darkened path full of surprises;
So pace yourself;
Only the strong survive.