Caregiving to the Passive - Cloud Rat

I hold my treasure deep within my hand

«Just look, o' sweet one»

Bite sized with half shut eyes

Delicious, I begin to quiver

I feel my power, now full as a flooding ocean

I see the gaze of the shattered rocks biting at my feet

I bend down to console my cut body

As I feel the gloves come at me

The sweetness that is so subtle kisses away at my mind

This is the sorrow that lurks in my bliss

Breathe, breathe deep

Confusion takes me away

Breathe deep