Jacque's Toast

Wax will melt, no matter where the heat is- Water stops running, because everyone is clean. I still know what I saw and know what I seen, You can spin and spin but never face me, for tis matter of the soul and not matter of me; Not matter of the coal, but matter of what you see.

dark and tired, awake but barely the paltry rose slides off sways away, petals strippt. bones are bared, and lips are parted innocent no more, soul departed-  soul departed, body here memory discarded, no past to fear. nothing forward, but ground exists the present is skewered, i grow weary- swirls down the drain,  sinks my theory.