Butterflies roam the morning fields, blinking. Flowers bloom bright, the tall green grasses grown. Silence creeps, unbearable, deafening. Cold winds, cold words, coldness brings lightening. Shivers chill my carcass, from dusk till dawn.
Night falls like an undesirable guest.
Darkness follows the morbid company, Cold, bitter, aloof, the visitor's quest, Fighting off warmth, a battle of gluttony. Maybe Your soothing eyes which spring venomous craze, Or your golden tresses fluff filled with glee. I love your motherly, gentle passion, I love your sisterly, sweet excitement. I love your benevolent emotion, I love your admirable, kind ferment. I cherish you unconditionally.