it s lost in me..

                in-me

its lost in me;
you need to see
blind of green,
what's turning me

you know 'eir fire
reborning in skyes,
you gonna desire
with never gone mind

nothing means 'cause it's just matters,
and thousands thoughts were born in letters;
between betweenies of young heart
you will see your own part
blowing by the sand in heart,
it gonna leave you perfect body last behind.

there's no feeling
without your brain:
they left outside,
behind your way.

i'll see you undressed
when nothing was rest,
and short end of the story
still gonna shout fast. . .

let us strike down
to the base of my ground
where feaver'll never fly again
in that high skyes of school of pain.

our day is too shot
for let us grow though
about new note
touching it's vein.

couldn't it be able to obsess
something more including mess
running out off fresh grave
with little flower's flows of pain. .

I'm not romantic(live in dress),
an dying April licks snow fast. . .
I promise, seems i'll lie again
to you, but not.  . .to be afraid. .