Ruin

The ruin when the rain pours,

is nothing more than you're a whore.

The days are filled with sunny light,

it's a bummer there's no delight,

a life filled with dry embers.

Foaming up with charcoal black

The days are back,

not so black,

the color grey is on the way.

A base is nearly through,

Shaking, crumbling, building,

fumbling, taking, waking.

Your eye straight through,

I have too spheres, 
they are right here.

The hemi doth times Two

Look at me, 
look at you.

what color will shine few.

It's not the brightness of our task,

it is only singular to you.

But if you scar,

you've been to far,

be careful not to use.

The World gives us stepping stones,

to sink us straight through.

So, if you drown,

you will not be 'round,

for all there is to do.

K.A.P.