Lava floor. Dead.
Neighbouring sacrifice.
Earthquake. Amenities gone.
All that's left is shell-shocked.
Snowflakes.
Kiss a new beginning.

Christmas came early.
The snow has come today.
Pluck a snowflake from the polythene sky and join is up there.
The world spins by with marvellous enthusiasm. Lotto tombola style. Who'll win?
Isn't it exciting!
Wait. I've got a full house!
Crash landing back to earth, he collects his prize. It's another free bingo ticket.

Give the begger a little gift.
A silly ******* sunrise.
Hope. For a fortune laced with gunpowder.
Give him that hope.
That penguin wrapper joke of hope.
And watch what happens.

Come seek with me,
The falling sun.
Jump on my back,
As the world is gone.
See in your eyes,
The flowers of hate.
Run through with me
The meadow gate.
Sprint through the crowd,
They claw and bite.
Look back on pity.
Shoot them all.
Make them hate.
Make them fear.
Jump off my back.
Run. Through the trees.
Look what you've done.
Corpse cuddler, crowd clearer.
Run. Run. Terrifying sprint.
Edge of the cliff. Almost fell.
Jump back on child, don't be afraid.
I'll carry you. To the end.

Golden sun. Baked golden skin.
Needle sins. Brown is my kin
Viens breathe new life.
Death seeks to hide. In loneliness.
Steel cast aside.
Lay in the cold.
Death takes its hold.
Just for one day.

Is it cradles of silence?
Absolution?
Fire and thirst?
To drown in despair.
You seek?
Drop to your knees and suffer the Lord.

Poltergeist.
Hidden in the depths of a man's design.
Always waiting.
Always causing the next nightmare.
But then, just then. The Man wakes up. And realises that the shadows of himself are the shades he created in the dark.
And then he smiles.
Because he knows he's terrified of himself.