Here is where my ladder grows

Within walking distances of melting ceilings

And hopefully you will see the bright colors like my horizon cut in two

And where have the eyes gone that have watched me this far

Here is my staircase curved with splintered paint

Without a railing I抣l find collapse

With blonde paste to settle intentions,

Your unpaired smile in mirrored windows burns the rest of the template

So I抣l fall into third person and see the other shades of grey



Her is my enthalpy, so forgive my violet eyes when you see them

The rest of the canvas arranges lie past Victorian

The rest Burns along with myself and this is how she抣l remember me

Just like walking decay



And I抣l be bare again without any traces of what is called sharing

Nothing surrounds me any more but pictures of carpet

As soft as voices of eager children



This is dripping from skyline setting

And I know the smile very well

It mush be imbedded like the less fortunate

There is no patience left over while I am provided a window key

This presence of it over speaks