Idle scissors

Crystal angel, drowning in oblique nature of shadows sorrows.

Keeping them close, mock birds with burden heavy.

O listen to them sing, dancing the tune of indecisive waves.

Sickness festers, nuzzling numb fingertips.

Feeling the rash beat amongst fields of skin.

Hello maundering love, you cut them deep once more.

With fake laughs we part, wish to see you once more.

Play in trembling games, whilst new lips kiss glass planed forests.

Elegant breath, worthy of majestic feats.

Sweet dreams noon sun.