Eyes made of Clay

I Know a girl

Who once broke fear

And hurt pain

But like a ghost

Fell through wooden floors

And melted in the rain

Inside her are-

Glass mountains

Stone flowers

I'll always be there's

But
yet I cant's

That stop confident trains

Like superman for the day

Stripe less zebras

Cheshire cat humanist

Inside
what am I doing here's

Eye's made of clay

Love is her droit

But she denies it three times

That's three times the pain

Three times the suffering

But three times to much lassitude amounts to nothing

Sovereign glutteny

Because 2 + 2 - your third eye in eyes equals suicide

Cross your t's and dot your

Eyes made of clay

Have no fear

Have only the soft joy

In a laughter that speaks louder than words

And makes darkness cower with fear

Breathe in and try not to exhale

Until he inhales all of you

Because fre better or worse

To be unconscious than conscious

With your breathe unreceived

You said you wanted love

I said Sara! Sara!

You said we would eat lunch at the cafe

I said we'd have passion for lunch

Enough to consume a whole bears dinner

You said not to caress the flower

I said the thorns would not bleed my finger

Don't stop

Can't start

Don't stop

None the less

A feeling of strangers arises

That breaks souls

And consumes barriers

And now she's a machine

Broken down

And discombobulated

Abstintious with the individualism

Though her A.I. is often under estimated

However

They did say the only things natural found on her

Were her eyes

Made of clay