Silent sounds sneaking slyly, give me an apple for I have seen although strawberries are an apple is something my soul can eat. Ignorance is bliss and awareness is a kiss on the lips. To the soul of which I've eaten half, consume my fire and bite me back. Close your eyes and melt away against the skin that seems to always fade. Listen for my song that is sung by whispering trees, like a platinum coin that's tossed, it has a never ending ring. Feel the blood painting your cheeks. Bee Da Boo Da, goes our hearts, as we touch the ground. Envious eyes, oh so sweet is their hate filled loving gaze. It's okay, they will all forget much to soon, as we reach out hands to touch the moon.