Lightbreathing

I was gone,
to breathe the light.
You were stoned,
beyond a might.

There was time,
to pass the door.
Caught your eye,
and craved for more.

Swirl the rye,
straight through your mind.
A book beneath,
is all you find.

I cleaned your teeth
to watch you cry.
I brooke your peace,
and went to die.