Luminescent stains of the wasp splayed so yellow and benign

Never had a fighting chance

The true definition of a sad state of affairs

Pregnant with hope

A fever running hot against the wind

Only to end up

Painted thin against the glass against the frame

Feeling aimless to an end

I hope this glance is a trigger for you

An urge with couldn't subside

Refletion of every seedy desire

Cannonading through placid eyes

The first venture

A meddling tepid toe dip towards a pulse

Seeking danger seemed so modest

We lost sight as the tensions thickened

Aquiescing to carnal thought

Each furtive letter a crumbling brick

Peeled back the wings of the crippled insect

Blindly shattered in one fell swoop

This hand grenade detonates with the pinpull of truth

I hope this glance is a trigger for you

An urge with couldn't subside

Refletion of every seedy desire

Cannonading through placid eyes

This is a trigger

This is despair

These eyes are poision

A sad state of affairs

(Nothing ends well with a start like this)