Water, can you hear it? Gleaming eyes
The waterfall leaving a chasm in your heart
Fill my inky heart, with your soft trickling twilight
Smothering my fiery flamed hear, with your prismatic stance
Fissuring my chintzy taste buds, baptising my tongue
Whirlpool of deliberate destruction
Clear as day, opaque as the rocks under the sun
Fake as the reflection you see, of radiant stars
Is she flowing too, or will she flow through the fall line?
The power of volition, will she be unwavering?
Aqua in her purest, little stain of blood
Big stain of blood, responsive to change
I can sometimes feel your heat but not see it
But will my life flow like water, or will heart fissure
Conductive to life, peevish downfall
But she is non organic, because water does not decay