Purity

ive lost the sight for flavor.

now i stumble down a hall.

with my blanched eyes;

my blanched eyes

find the rhythm.

one night split in three

on fire one and water two

I call.

I call

the fourth, the Earth,

four bright lights

in sin.

in sin

with color moved by wind.

now i stumble down a hall

with my blanched eyes,

my precious white eyes.

Conversation

abandon me abaddon

i have not seen red like you see red.

my eyes are colorless; though my teeth are red.

you must have another in mind.

Yes, i have horns but they were a gift

from little things that poked

till i learned to stab.

abandon me because i am not the one.

you see, there are many just like me

running to a well that we have already fallen into.

you see that mustn't you?

or are your eyes as colorless as mine?

are your horns as mercilessly won?

so, how, do you ask, that i know where i am?

because, like i said, my eyes are colorless but my teeth are red