Buried under grains of memory. Isolated, tears catalyzing a heartbeat that ripen through time.
Afflicted by the unknown man,
Ones from you that ache the most, My blood!
“Now turn and walk! You S.O.B! I’m here to win you over.”
Eyes arise, terrified, A shining light to my surprise
In a growling voice, ” His soul can not be saved!”
What about my angel, who’s laying six feet over?
A flame suspended in the middle waiting for the fire’s fuel to ignite the soul, and release the power of a new perception.
It seems as if you get stuck in that position, showing yourself much longer than you intend. So the Boo is no surprise.
These are obstacles that I was born into, a world with a fine line, a separation between people