At his cold hands, my heart shivered
And still I trod, on the edge of life’s dawn.
Mercury pumped in my veins, I curded,
Still, my face’s blurred, mark my words.
I’m a lost fawn trapped in a prawn,
A bare foot walking on a gown,
And oh, god knows silence’s my sound,
That I drowned in a pond upon your crown.
God laughs at my massacred frown,
With you sitting on his lap, I’m unfound.