A perfect coutance
One to envied by all
Filled with burning molten rage.
Sitting on the shelf
An apitame of love and Affection
Sitting on the shelf
Blue eyes gone red
Smooth, fair skin
Not empty as is norm
But filled with what we believe life to be
A love, A rage, A fear, A stew of life.
Blue eyes gone black, once it breaks there's now turning back.
