calmly, residently, naked, sinless, we are brought into a bristling, dark, unsanctry, fearful sphere.
prodded, poked we are sent with our seed bearers, desperate we coddle bathe in the love and suckle in the nectar. Timeosly we develop and become our own.
separate voices carry and blind, drifting from childhood, populace, solidity. in due course we aspire to fit the image, to mirror the statues, fine marble compared to rough sesame seed skin, we paint a new complexion, we build a new look. loosing the toddler beneath our core we lather in words.
down to an imperfections perfection, felonious glares yearn for more. a growing skeleton in eyes of beloved yet a corpulent vile creature behind an innocent glare.
now, alone and featureless we, an army, slaves to statues and marble skin, isolation grows and milky smooth scars with blood.
night time creatures come looking for nectar, desperate we addict our innocent minds to the damaging carcasses of men.
taking away a sense of purity, they percolate, unaware, we slave away, left raw and unstable. thieving happiness, we whither, we die.