Delete *.*

delete your fears
tho I may never touch you, have you, steal you, be of you... you are a passion I can feel.
if I was breathing, you are a crisp air.
the feeling is residual in a capsule such as this.
I have nothing to fear but fear itself... and true beauty that I watch and that sits perfect and pure upon golden shelves.

scars, scars, and destructive mars thus the planet of war.. how can i be as pure.. how can i be born anew?

this impurity in me makes me feel so ill..

because its the one thing.. that rapes and breakes my very seal.
this is vivaciousness, the very cause of sin.. but when all truth is told.. its basic fact... one can't win.