3y3s.

i am met with 

those unfamiliar gazes

wondering which maze 

will fuel my blaze 

tonight. 

the moonlight

catches your vision

and through the crystalline division 

of bittersweet pattering on the snow 

melting away 

as if all was astray 

but the stars and dust, though. 

and you look up, 

hoping to find what you missed

in a sky full of buttercups 

did you get lost in the abyss? 

and though you avoid 

to reminisce 

you’re dazed as a schizoid

tell me, am i amiss? 

and those pretty little lies

my body and bones

forgone as enterprise 

lie in wait your pretty little thrones. 

and you always amaze

never left afraid 

as those bow in agaze 

and yet, you will always dispraise. 

never the wise,

as i remember the refraction 

of the light in those eyes

dismal and untrue behind those that falsify.