Your Gift

This harried mind races
From distraction to frustration
In the cold ebony midnight
I’m dizzy on emotion
Overcome with raw feeling
Somehow this feels so right
Though I’ve been trained to chaos
Insanity, lies and inconceivable pain
My heart refuses the chains of doubt
I look at you and his scaly blinders drop
Burned away by the beauty
This light that is your perfect soul

~ kei
29 April 2014


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