The Hidden Hours

Over The Floor

        I know the thought shouldn't cross my mind of why I don't give it a try. As the days pass by I know I'm running out of time. The snake is pulling me back in the black curtain squeezing me with his deception. Poisoning me with his lust and adornment throughout the ages. The lustful grin coming my way. In many directions from c to d all over the place. From hate to love all back to confusion. My love all over the floor black and blue all over the yellow.