My mouth is an apt web
of cats fur and silver thorns
Salivating inside
empty well of
fortune belonging to the elfs and ants

I breath through my mouth
inside the web
Inwardness is a bliss
of tears

of wind

of lonesome whyz
of autumn sting

My mouth is an apt web
of cats claws and golden shrubs
salivating inside
Darkness well of
joy and snow in the
stars made of rain

I kneet inside of my mouth
I strech my wool
from the upper lip
stiching the jaw
gently
where redness is a moon
so close to the
skies.

My mouth is a vase
of ants's tenticles
and wine

Drying itself like ocean dirt
in solitude dreams

I stich my web
from side to side
until my teeth
blead lead.

I am translucent powerade leaning on a love rock
paper in hair and
lonsome mock

I am a scenary of green leafs in the skies of Pure
I am wickedness of mouth spade
and tear to the tune

I am a cup of cream foam and lines of mist
In my happiest nightmare I am
a torture fist!

I am a word sliding down the knowledge
Spirit is my sleep
I am a forest

My mirror is eyes of flight
night
sight of stumbling right
to forget sun sight

Please leave me some water
in the well of I
because I am nought
in a purpose of existence draught