Snow Fox, white as snow
Watching giant Polar Bear
Hoping for some fish

in the most sensational ways

Everyday that dawns,
you slip away a little more.
The distant stare,
the apathetic eyes.
Your love is as dead
as the roses in
the trash.
Your heart is an
abyss that I'm
lost in forever.
Belladonna drew me in.
The poison kept me there.

The self is not luxury

it's the bearer of misery