Seemingly tainted skin?
Why do we use it.
Soft mutilatable candles try their hardest to bring us light.
Chilled molten hearts gooey and hopeful.
Nothing but good and perseverance in store.
We should appreciate them a bit more.
Cinnamon center coaxing my judgement with the sugary permeation
The blessing of creation
We made wheat to bread and grapes to wine
We will make ourselves what we want for the rest of time
Fruitless senders basket bare
Rubber bones tearing as a stretchy story
Starchy lies stained on folded yellow papers
Ideas inky on the grasslands.
Words malleable in our hands
Clippings mixing our minds
Trust slipping through the blind
Lantern now where a candle shone
Change destroys past inventions
Bad things bloom from good intentions
Oil flickers remind us of a matching life now stone