chances are
i have seen the worlds true colors
bright amber in the morning
dusk ivy in the evening-
greed only calls in the night
at the door past 2am-
uses her key, the one i gave all those years ago
the smell of her perfume send me clawing at the wall
she’ll leave the next morning –
blood fresh under her fingernails, heels in her relaxed fingers
and the amber rays will watch the flesh
heal on the day
makin’ the day
feelin’ the day
here for the day.
Saint's Muse 