For those eyes
My house is burning
in an altered sense
of Love preventing
your face to be fixed;
wishing for planted kisses
To wade into plain
clothes diamonds
coveting skinny eyes
To speed the
smell of Lust
Inside bloody sky
And cleaved cloud
I'll swing lore
by your fire
I'll average
amateurish screaming
lasting a while
into the multitude
of shoved splinters
pointing upward
towards a flower
ahead
Ha ha... Tell me about it. Skinny eyes'll do that to a guy : D