I'd stomach the smog of Athens
Just to pray at your temple.

She lives alone
at the ocean.
Bird's eye view of her
feeding off the waves.

Ka-Pow!
It's really nothing dire
Just an engine misfire,
Something that you and I are
Not even thinking about twice
But it turns his blood to ice
And he's back in the dust
and the mud and the fear
has him convinced that his end
is finally drawing near.
And as he's cowering and screaming,
and want's nothing but to be dead,
His blood that was ice, has now turned to lead.

I am a no-man's-land
I'm killing it in close inspection
I watch my secret love across the room
I want my kids to take after their mother
I want a TV in my house that's always on
Playing odd things that you can't help but watch
I want to have a party
where there is only royalty-free music playing.
I want to enter a room
like no one has ever entered a room before

Verily, I must confess, a witch’s cauldron
Has been bestowed upon my belly,
Churning and roiling, Bubbling and boiling!

And, even though my days of yore on battlefields
Are far and few in-between,
I do remember bloated pig’s carcasses, stuck
Eternally asleep in strangling dead-man’s-land-muck.

With which I feel not seldomly inclined
To trade places
In my most severe moments
of deep-gut indisposition.

Dost though not hear my foul mouth speak no riddles?
Abort, it cries, abort!
Expelled be those pernicious liquids
That make haste to rend my stomach asunder.

And expelled they shall be, violently as much
As a bubonic deluge from the very ****
Of Belzebub!

Herded homewards by howling hands
Hushed hurry beneath dead marble bands
With darkly pallor in seams and strands.
“Come Fimbul”, whisper the static lands.

A flare, a roll, four faces thin
Now starkly there in lightning's din
Severity tethers distant kin
“Come Fimbul”, beckons the winter dim.

As the old sun touched the horizon, dying on the brink,
The ship we were aboard slowly started to sink.
When the day found its end in the ***** of the sea,
And the only ones left alive were just you and me,
The unrelenting waves, for just a moment, just a twinkle,
Ostensibly assumed the shape, shade, or sheen of Periwinkle.