sherrer

envy thorns hold true to wandering eyes.
hidden by bars of reality glazed perceptions are real.
enjoying most dramatically monitored by the second hand.
darkness covers my trail,my presence,
holy-er than most beliefs exercised.
i practice the importance of drawn blood on white satin sheets.
ounce for ounce runs dry.
opening the entrance of the begining.
believing.
sites unseen flights of feelings climb to heights naked.
under the clouds understanding ideas in rhythms.
finding myself drawn in sound.red.