And I have stepped back
at the realisation of being bias
these thoughts and opinions
of the way you string pearls
and beads, drafting aside
then set it on display
beautifully becomes my soul-chimes.

It is no longer at just for your sanity
the impurities will corrode your faith
and will be at lost, your self.

I would have have your blood
on my conscience
suffocated by your lingering presence
you shall not be wronged, by me.