The poles of my iris meet
the eyelids of the father….
bearing in his grasps
the forbidden fruit of my tragic flaw;
Grand Opening of Panadora’s box
could…
leak secrets of every inch of weakness
without the slightest whisper;
I proceed to the gift bearer
With the intent to intercept the ribbon cutting ceremony;
I dance for rain to cause the slightest delay
Because once the two blades meet…
And Lucifer runs free of shakles
all hell’s gonna break loose;
{Times running out}…
possession arrow for the opposition…
I crumble… under pressure
Knowing that soon the road of my every existence
Will come to a culdesac;
The -hands- on experiences
are not the only driving forces
To drive me towards the man in the trench coat
But, love
…itself…
Has me doing epicycles for eternity
Knowing that…
When its comes to the “box”
You can patienty wait sipping on a Cherry Soda Pop
But in the end once your finished …
Redeeming for 5 cents is out of the question…