‘‘The First Touch From Death’’

The salvation of a savoring bond

A feeling so immensely haunting, yet warm

Spilled on the soils of my skin

Please continue to pressure my ideals so that they take me forward, and then back to where my dreams cradle my sins

A gracious decent

The lights of Babylon had illuminated when I had walked in

Passive winds and a miraculous hand

Lost to the system that bends at my command

We endure the pain as the rain whispers in my ear

 Begging me to cry along with the world until the very end

A soft weapon we keep hidden they say

Different methods we must seek

Intangible and in denial, before there was the sea and sky

The universe had a distinct smile

Now I’m preparing the flesh for more

A feeling that feels so grand, that forces me to forget why I feel the need to want so much more

I know that innocence won’t be here for long 

Or at least…I’m afraid that this may end so soon