RMC

Yes the greed feeds the fellow
fallacies to let him think
your sun yes it burns yellow
but blue is on the brink.

Wrath in my path misplaced
has disgraced me many times.
My face I wish I could erase
back into sands of times spine.

Anger in me sheds vicious
but I’ll give you only your wishes.
Because it suits me fine a spine
mine would exist for your riches.

What do you want that I can give?
I live in regret and turmoil
seeking rest and respite when I can
from my journey in the soil.

The nature of what we desire
will shine a light on what soothes.
When we want the wrong things
in someone life will be crude.

Life spits fits we express duress
to each other so we try to confess
the things we need to address
so we can take flight in storms less.

The sun the sky and stars
turn afar you are the only one
that burns the sun it shuns
the blue flame in you has won.