Birthstone

I

When you lit to burn but when you just realize there are flames you can’t forsake

I swallow those flames they are my saddest song

This is sun snaring tragedy

Alas, so she speaks

Your sun is a sad song go sing your sad song

At last you may deny

moon lit lit, moon lit lit, silas

(I want to hold I want to be)

you will see

you will see

Guidance is my shrine

Land of voice where sadness encounter

Among those rays which never dies

Even piece of light shall now speak

In this constant angel manifesto

Forgive my eyes,

my vomiting tears

Spell to break self-hate

Wash all mistakes wash

I decline. I delete I

among

those rays

those rays

those rays