Is that me
Or is that the one to
Or is that nothing yet so much
For in such existence
I fall into oblivion
Only to rise
And fall again
The black below
The blue above
Only seem to further themselves
Only if i could taste
For once the fires of passion
The altar of such
I have passed by
so many, so many more
Yet
I feel the icicles
Of desire
Like A million pins
On my palms
Yet no bleed