| march and phantom.

Enemy

Conceive me as a stone
shrouded in paint

For I desire hidden
under blossoming skies

Contemplate my ghastly soul
as a devil or a saint,

And yet, neither of them
have decrypted my mind.

Into my image, there
you dive and dwell

And appear as though
you have read my heart.

Offer me your truth
and dance around my shell

But I firmly decline to be bothered
by your shard.