I’m still watching you
little did you know that I would find
something new in something so divese
The walls are rose tinted and luminous
my eyes flutter and retract for a moment
to ease the blinding fear
that I was the only one to notice
that perfection has a purpose
your mind so young,
yet evolved with the best of elders and saints
The brush of my hand on your face
fed me visions of a world beyond my own
where glass angels feed on their own pride
and survive with their own power and grace
This was a beautiful place
I can only hope, maybe even beg to see again.
for now as it rests, I lay dormant
In the cold machine of self destruction
this vacation from it has been of the utmost greatness
and truely rewarding
and as I watch the orphan children walk on flames
I hear the madness coming closer, and await as any gentile would,
and awaken to the blunt reality
that freedom comes with declaration.