Sometimes the waters are not clean
They’re full of leaves, branches and twigs
Mud from the bottom swirls, so I can’t see
You could take advantage of that,
if I wasn’t this intense,
immersed in all of what I feel
Your foul intentions will upset the waters,
you’ll try to act innocent,
since you crossed no borders
But the rift in the water will tell
Even the smallest ripple will speak,
and as you come closer,
it will start to scream
It will say that my senses are right,
that you’re dying to rid yourself
of something you can’t hide
So come
I’ll take a bite
Spirit of Tara 