Everlasting

The feelings of dread passed over me

with cold hands as the ice in my glass

fingers slow turn the key over last

voices around me tell me to flee

I could see the start of a killing spree

the eyes so green like cold grass

white-ness being clear of Everlast

my mouth stilled with a silent plea

My fallen black mane could never compare

with the beauty of the her bloodless hair

Every crease, every turn, every little piece

folds into a sublime form of a square

not only the lucidity of the air

but the radiation amount of her increase