I Am Vain Like Veins

The stark gray of the rainfall in a tortured Heaven—this is how the you view the world Not through eyes of reason or objective pondering As the minds of philosophers, of thinkers, of geniuses But through the mind of subjective and bitter reactions Like the minds of viscous beasts hunting the Sheep and Lambs I am vain like veins.. Tepid clouds are actively shrouding the night Thou shall kiss the moon with cold lips— And again think with a fragile heart: do not worry it will not burn thee; the heat that was once searing the day is hiding under the Luna Thou have an icy frame—like the gentle winters… Do you know of the gods of love?—maybe in the signing of the leases you learned something from the Owner Thou were a sheep; thou were a lamb; thou were a subtle flower in the sweet smell of April… but thou now has an icy frame—like the gentle winter And the rotten tendrils of your decaying vines has a putrid stench I am vain like veins... The monotonous drops of rain fall like tears…