Hold a box upon, that presents my heart. Your tired form, a place to be believed, For I nest myself in you To hold hands with an angel. Though, your eyes Seem to see the universe for its darkness, Not for its belonging. While I hold hands With Lilith and her children, I notice eyes that scream wonder To the eclipse of my mind. Let your void be filled with the sweetness Of a different sun, For yours is too tragic. Though, you'll never seem to know Where to place that idle gaze. I see evil, being manifested In lips I seek to kiss, When blood spills over, from flesh upon the edge. You've bitten too deep Into a man's defeat. What I thought to be, To be my destiny, Was in fact, false imagery.