Dracoism
By: ShinigamiForever
[obsession: green]
I could say the green is the color of his eyes, but everyone knows of his eyes, the dark forests that spread themselves in the light. The crucifixes he bears are tatooed green across his eyes like a forest canopy. But green, green is the color of his peace, the silence he reaps from th trees and fruit of his eyes. Green is the color of the silent serenity he tucks away in himself. Green is a summit he has climbed, and it is as high and hidden as his eyes. I envy the moon which kisses him in his sleep, and I envy his eyelids, to hold so close to that coveted green.
Green is not the color of his eyes, but the color of the peace that stains his eyes.
By: ShinigamiForever
[obsession: green]
I could say the green is the color of his eyes, but everyone knows of his eyes, the dark forests that spread themselves in the light. The crucifixes he bears are tatooed green across his eyes like a forest canopy. But green, green is the color of his peace, the silence he reaps from th trees and fruit of his eyes. Green is the color of the silent serenity he tucks away in himself. Green is a summit he has climbed, and it is as high and hidden as his eyes. I envy the moon which kisses him in his sleep, and I envy his eyelids, to hold so close to that coveted green.
Green is not the color of his eyes, but the color of the peace that stains his eyes.
