oooh a poem...
distilled mind
like the ones who say hello before youve chanced them say goodbye
is it because you utter words unknowingly without the cost of rain?
is it in the sadness of youre eyes that fireflies wont drain
goodness inside youre soul despite the rage in youre tempters eyes
marked by words completely trying to define the lines inside
grabbing, grabbing, slowly eating each others hate
vinegar distilled inside the eyes of ones one mind
to come alive.