These aren't good, but i've got to start somewhere.

The First

Awkward sounds sputtered
Before they're even thought
Rising hue in the cheek
A hint of what is sought

A flicker in the eyes
As the body denies
The urge to pull close

Mutually unspoken truth
Heating deep within
With the slightest mention
Of this darkest sin.


Individuality

Mocking winds of reason
Vanish when the air goes stale.
Thick velvet stillness season
Reveals the endless doom
Where frial bodies wander helpless
Stript of logics cane.

Smothered by the lack
Of reason, thought, or rhyme
Heavy grows this blanket
They used to know as time.

Face to face with nothing
There is no will to fight
Quietly they blend
Into to the silent night.