Your Stare Is A Deathbed
Monday, May 7th, 2007Fanning the flame, at least that’s what I’m doing right now because today I’d rather be lost in you than to be found elsewhere. You caught me off-guard while I was intensely looking straight into your eyes. All those fakes and feints they were really worthied. I’m kissing the canvas wearing my crimson mask. If you were to look at me from the top you could say that the floor has become an art piece. Nevertheless, I won with my hands held up high in the air but my head nodding in desperation. The red glare exists through your eyes but comes from a wormhole where Cyclops’ gets his beams.I had gazed enough of you that I had turned into a stone only to be un-petrified once again by the soft potion you had me drank before the battle. "Remember to pause to play again", you whispered to my ears. As I turned my head to look at you, our lips collided. From then on, I knew you meant it.
