Disarmed by your grace
By her gentle rough touch
She can soothe the devils soul
Destroying the demons
Bring on forth the light
Into my forever deemed
Dark life
In a world filled with
Poor translations
This could very well be
A fabrication
Of our combined imaginations
Resulting in fixations
With no genuine explanations
If that’s the case
I’d be glad to make
This oblivious
Mistake
Devote me your ignorance
As I will mine
Shut out the voices
Ignore the safety
of the ordinary
Of the expected