Sang alot of songs by now

All alone
All alone

Who would know
Who could know

Right now
Right now

Seems like forever ago

Songs of loss
Songs of giving in

A song for the lost
Its cheeky again

Looping through
From me to you

It plays all over again

Sang alot of songs by now

*******, for being so beautiful.

Taking the clouds away, from my rainy days.

*******, like it is all thats left.

Every breath, mine to keep

*******, choke you

Blood, ***, and glitter tears

*******, like a slab of meat.

Kiss your eyes and lick your teeth.

*******, upon the flames of a torment tamed in ***

*******, like you are the only one.

The only one

For me

5TH Grade
The last day
A reporter asked
What have you to say
Of this final day
And I stated:
"We are the kings and queens
And next year we will be nothing"
And that was the last time
I learned something
Constructive
In the structuring
Of a school building

Let them spill their worth

Of beloved righteousness

Let them soak the soil of such vanity

Let their hollow hearts decry the stars

Where death devours this very breath

Let loose the whaling of hidden drums

And the trumpets that sound from depths above

Let agony free through the fires that burn our air and drink our waters dry

Let them cry at the feet of nothing

Cry of nothinnnng

Noth

innng

As it drains them dry

That which burn
That which burn
This life

Let turn
Let turn
Into flame

Unto you
Unto you
Thy praise

Giant of the worlds
March unto I

Unto I

Raaaaaa
Raaaaaaa
Raaaaaaaa

Knock knock knock

Blood is life

Life blood
My life to you
A dagger before you

Knock knock knock

Raaaaaaaaa
Raaaaaaaa
Raaaaaa

Thy blood of life
Thy blood of life
Thy dagger unto you

March unto I
knock knock Raaaaaaaa

I saw a lust in her pauses
Before she spoke

Weakened stops
Where she seemingly thought
Of which words to let go

As she stroked my ego
From her pro perspective

Her clues to give
As I elected for another drink

Her street smarts
Met by only her intellect

Her wits intersecting
The infectious reflections
Of the world we knew

On the brink of a kiss
Our faces
Increasingly grew powerless

In the shared haze
Of conversation
Tethering our connection

Nothing could stop us

As i slowly caved
And laid my hand
On top of hers

No longer hearing
A single word

Our eyes lazily locked
Blurring the exterior
Field of view

As it attempted to
Press through

With flashing lights
Electronic riffs
And melodic drums

Strummed
From the ambiance
Of the room

A love was groomed
And it grew

We just knew
Exactly what
Was what

Inching closer and closer

The force between us
Had proven to be too much

As we stood up
And walked to her car

I grabbed her waist
And lifted her to the trunk
Where we kissed

And we kissed
As the world slowly sunk
Around us

In breath-less-ness

Then Suddenly this
Feeling of pressure
Presses on my side

She had stabbed me
Then kicked me back
In my surprise

Then I was hit from behind
With a flash light

Cracking my head
In flashing colors
And regrets

I hit the ground
To a parade of feet

Two men kicked and stomped on me
As my blood was spilling
Into the street

Firing nine times i rose to my feet
Slowly walking over my victories

One was limp
The other convulsing

As the girl was crawling
On her hands and knees
Away from me
And toward a tree

She cried "please"
And "I'm sorry"
Over and over again

As I kicked her
Onto her back

Whimpering
And pleading
She raised her hands

And squeezed
Her eyes shut

"Love is not enough"

And with a flashing thump
I slumped away to my cave

Wounded in multiple ways
Reflecting on the mistakes i made
As i turned back toward the scene

Depraved
Of proper release

I returned to see
Investigators and yellow tape
Draping the stage of her fate

As she stared back at me
From the tree

Still possessing
A beauty that was
Beyond me

A beauty
That only
I could see

And it Sparkled
From her peace

She wanted me
And got me

And under the shadow
Of that tree

She looked as though
A pixie in the hand
Of a king

At the will of my wants, I grab at the bag my city has to offer, and coffer up the cash in my crash of a party that never started in the alarmingly empty vessels, settled under the rain, and below the fog in a swamp of frogs, and snakes, where i stake my claims, and state my name at the door.

Its darker here, but there is something more, hiding in the mud, the trees, and under the floor, rising up in waves in a haze of euphoria.

You just know it, it just is, just this feeling of forgotten forests rotting through the ages, of ageless storms that sweltered its soil through the toil of horned beasts, preying on predators creeping through the sleet, reeking of meat that melted in the summer heat.

Now its just a bar where i drink and type into this thing, completely unaware of the people staring at my cheeks flexing as i think, and i think, the sun will rise this time, but i still sink a bit deeper each day, and sign my life to work, in the murky smog where im begotten of beguiled planks that i march right off of.

Smiling, and inspired by the brinks i keep to my chest for the best of dreams to be achieved in the melancholy belief, that it matters to see the light in darker things that often freeze in the shadowy breeze of intellect, but once in, it is infectious, a pleasurable sedative to align my derivatives prism-ed from my vision to the sprawl of letters on the screen.

I pluck and pick what goes into it, and tune out the ridiculous ******* spread all over the dim-lit dimwits dozing in the smokers pit, reciting lines in inadequate rhymes of how they aligned their life's away, with babies and wives, equipped with knives that still hang from their backs.

The solo drunk drools the best, as he laughs.

I can still be nice, even as i slice your neck.

What you lack in manners, you will earn in my respect, as all those pretty pink bubbles come bubbling out of your neck.

Nicety.

Slicing the grumpies with said mutual respect, instead somethings are better left unsaid through the smiling cleft in your neck.

Don't be nervous just yet, as the shivers nurture the onset of your ejection to Set.

Elect a breath, to let go of the mess you made, and stow the experiences of this place in your wake.

Just go the **** away.

It is not to think, as much as to shape this process i have made of silence.

Hush now.

It can never be okay, and the illusion is in your need to relate, because you correlated once, but it will never be the same.

It is chasing dragons for the same fate that you strayed from.

Its rubber bands, and band-aids for the game.

Check mate.

Check your mates for tics.

It is whats inside that itches for escape.

It is the day to day lies displayed from your hate.

Its whatever the ******* place your mind in.

Be this way, go that way, get out of the way, just stay ..

Right there

In yesterday, but i am late, and dreaming of the place i belong.

If seeing is believing than it shouldn't be too long.

Visualizing the realizing of what wouldn't have gone over so well, before the crash that befell my Orwellian signal from a well, wished for a hell dismissed in simple mindedness.

I am still unsure if it is a death wish, or a romantic kiss in the darkness, i inflict, as its burnt out of moonlit dominance in a prominence that smashed on the hull of my ship, full of not giving a ****, as the light shifts around my presence.

My open hand is out but the other grips the severance package, of the stacking junk mail.

Dispel the formal, and embrace your former self, in unblinded wealth, accepting what you always felt, for the first time.

It is all ******* gone, and its mine.

All mine.

Standing on the corpses of my kind, i cry..

In happiness.

Its nothing.

I am one of many.

Gone.

Bite size thoughts, cut from the cloth i use for warmth.

Tossed from turrets of my tattered form, pooling for a storm of will, upon the dull winds winding down to a crawl in distilled feelings felt in a movie once.

I touch the pixelation, running my fingers along the edges, until something catches, i will muster what is fathomed in an artist mocking an artist, inspired by a great mind we murdered once.

My desires are expiring in overdoses, where mastery approaches but heaves mystery and magic until gone.

I will just leave, and move on to the next one, in fun-less filtering for the core of every value, incrementing my attributes, and I'm gone.

Another zero, another one, another catastrophe, another song, that ill ignore.

I hear you whimpering, and its adorable.

I went from liking things to just clicking like on things.

I merged my reality to my online identity, but something was lost, not just in the translation, but inside of me.

Technology.

I banged her with a curling iron before kicking her into the tub.

She wobbled, writhed, and knocked out the lights, as i chopped and snorted her drugs.

Date night.

**** my ****
Tell me ****
To affirm my balance
Scrape your talons
Down my back
And act
Like you give a ****
It wont matter anyway

Gripping her thighs
I slammed her into the wall
Her jaw locked open
Her lips pull for more
As i lift her up the wall
My teeth just above her bra
The flow warm
As it trickles to our awe
I took her
But didn't put her back

Predisposed
With which ring
To kiss
She limps
To her office
And sits
Watching the clock
Tic until toc
And shes off work
With a silly little smirk
She talks
On her phone
As shes walking
Home
So alone
So alone
Until now

Finite fantastic
Plastic wrapped
Slapped
In my hand
Dancing dillies
Dallying home
For the surprise
So high
For such a low
Pillow
Sleeping
The sillies
Away

It is difficult
To see things
From the perspective
Of human beings
When they seem
So far from me

A bunch of extras
For an action scene
Less than capable
Consumer fiends
Confusing me
With their
Cluelessness

All replaceable
Blood dolls
Dancing
For me
With me

It is a little hard
To see
Evenly
Behind
The shepherd
Above
The sheep
Sleepily
Eating
Your heys
For the day

It is tough to see
A knife out
When below
The spigot
In a drought
Drinking
The sorrow
Away

It is a bit of trouble
To see
When you
Have played
The persistent
Parasite
To a
Pedigree
That in fact

Agreed

To give
Pieces
Of their
Love
Away

Cannot
See
When
Face
Down
On a
Toilet
Seat

My silence
It trembles
Of a thousand
Shouts
Quieted
In restraint

My wordless gaze
A novel
Of your pain
Written with
Fountain pen
Atop the skin

My existence
A prism
Of your
Incessant
Blur
Of the light

The sound
Clean

Slowly
Showing
Blade
From sheath

Shiiinnnk

Gleaming
In a single spot
Of light

Emanating
Toward the heart
Of a thief

Who will fight

With stable
Feet

As he
Stands
His ground

ISON

There is
A certain fear
In your promise

A foreboding
That lingers
Swallowing
Hope

A hole
Filled
Of emptiness

That opens up
As your light
Nears

ISON

My life
Beneath you

Wished
From a million
Dying
Stars

A palpitating essence
Surrounds him
Fluctuating
Darkening
Pressing in

On his chest

His breath
Different than before

As he speaks his name
Into his hand
As another man
Disoriented
In the echoes

He lets go
Of that which
Can not
Be undone
But traced
In the flickering lines
Of the place
That once existed

Shining

Reflecting
In his face

He smiles
In sedation
Embracing
Whats expected

And goes blank

Awake

Again

With baited breaths
A bubbled pink mesh
Emerges from his chest
And with one blessed heave
He squeezed
Intently
Passionately
Eloquently
From the trigger
Unto pin
Penetrating primer
As gas blows back
And the bullet spins
Through the barrel
Exiting in a flash
Of perilous
*******
That missed
And he slumps back
As the casings
Clinking
Toward my feet
With a coil of smoke
Lifting in the breeze

Lets look on upon unpopular stars when we are apart, and wish our hearts were heads, forgetting we ever met, as if meant to be, compiling our indoctrination unto ****** scent, and cold coffee, stale smoke, and years of therapy.

He could see her
Feel her
Sitting there
Unaware of him

He heard her whispers
Of doubt
Drowning out
In the street noise

And he could hear her
Shout
From the inside
So he sat beside her
And kissed her eyes

As the softened jade
Accumulates
At the barren drains
Of that which washes away

In a single grace
Of a strangers face
From the same place
She placed her grief
In his lips

And as he dissipated
She smiled
Gripped her keys
Stood up
And walked away

From the other place

Again

Walking in screens

Continually posing

Posing in a play

Entertaining the haze

Suspended in the maze

Of purgatory

One door

Both ways

Fate

Chance

Altered states

Hate

Commands

From a beast

That states

His plans

Cans the cants

Demands a stance

Will not stand

Astray

Today

Do not

Count

The sand

Or risk

Sealing

Fate

I want to smother your mother with the hands of her lover, in the time of your conception.

I want to feel what it is to be

Your fatherly figure

Lingering over her body

Post ******* dichotomy

Carefree

This
This is the day
This is the day you cry
The day you cry the hardest

But these
These are the days
These are the days you loved
The days you loved the most

As though a booster pack of magic cards
They broke the seal
And discarded what they didn't want
Collecting the rejected
I built my deck
While everyone chose their colors
I chose every one
And with my eclectic half deck
The rejected won

I was an early teen with a black and white TV, staying up way too late to see magnum p.i., while smoking ****** slime re-fries, for a high so intense, i even shat my pants, ****** myself, or collapsed my fat *** on the couch.

I was alive while not

My mother worked typical nine to fives, and even nights, and with no father in sight for guidance, a kid can slide, into redefining the lining of respect, one lining, or even lying instead, it was better than dying inside, and i tried, oh i tried to go outside, inside a box.

I tried to deny my crimes, my thievery, my sublime feelings of neglect, but maybe i was less neglected, and more centered at the core of the universe, where snake eyes protected Bianca from Cobra commanders clutch, but Bianca, was into it, and wasn't like us, ***** knew it, and set us all up.

Dumb *****

Rubber bands
Screws and guns
All piled up
And that's all that's left
Or ever was?

Ninja nothing

My imagination was corrupted
I wanted something
But knew i couldn't have it
Couldn't put my finger on it
But knew the dangle of a carrot
And i was on it

Moth to light

That's how the infection spread, dissecting eloquence, and injecting prisms into the imprisonment of reflectous rages in the intersecting of the yellow projections on my television, as i would just lay there on my bed, and soak it all in, hoping for something better, or perhaps just something different.

I had already written by that time, a thousand lines to the screams, behind the screen, as the programing repeats, and repeats in mastered recipes under a canopy of grief, and humility, holding the people humbly to their seats.

The records not scratched
The needle
Is seated
Exactly
Where it intends
To be

I cheered for tanks
I cheered for bombs
Cheered for any ******* thing
That sounded the alarms

Suits, with ties, next to the soccer moms in line, at the grocery store, complaining about meat cuts, to a brain dead acne laden ****, making 6 bucks an hour, the dream had died before me, and begun to sour, but not one would see what they were doing in the scheme of things, and only seen what they wanted to, and i wasn't about to wear anyone's shoes, but mine.

That's when it whooshed over me, in the spark that grew my heart to be bigger than the rest, and i stepped outside, poking sticks in hives, and even lost a few fights, but saw through my own eyes with nobody at my side, though alone and wandering, i was still alright, and stronger than those family types, who would hide from life, in wealthy slights of hand, i still demanded nothing.

I wont beg for a leg at the masters feet, after i have broken my leash and ceased to be anything close to a functional member of society.

I was 13 and just starting.

All your bills are paid as long as you play the game, and let the A.I. stay in your lane for you, as automated servitude serves the servants every hue of desire and need.

Its paradise without the dice, don't need advice when the pie is already sliced, and colored to supply, every kind of mind, and the likes of every combination of rhymes, that are randomised to the lines, replaced by lit strips along the street, that lead the way to work while you sleep, so that you can dream and think, of a paradise, while it works, builds and breathes, toxicity healthily, while growing, and knowing everything, never needing to think.

The machines know what needs transposed, and does exactly what needs to be, always noticing every thing, but not everyone, so automated guns watch over every single street, and when anyone runs, they have defied the trust, and are reduced to dust, that is swept up, by an automated gust from the gutters hustle to keep it clean, so that you may live the dream, alone and weakening, giving way to the machines.

Paradise is coming, and its kills are clean, closing your eyes to sing of singing, as its listening, while skimming for key words, to feed better blurbs to blur the misfocused notions, motioned, for deterrents in the currents of controlled life flows, what you have, see, and who you know, proposed, in your allowed hold, on reality.

It is a tragedy to differ from the rigor of your script, if you wish to make it, relax and take it, just submit to the beautiful concepts elected, to check your veer from the path and steer you back to paradise, as its coming fast, and may pass you by, with the initial blast.

There is humility in astronomy, an irony in the economy of the stars, stalling me in the calm, but violent swarm of galaxies formed in the back of a speeding car from afar, coming back to bet the bank on distances, and states of gaseous faces on planets placated with servants to Satan, flagrantly begging for space ships to take them.

Take them to the place where fate is sedated, and rearranged to uncling the things estranged in the fanged perfection of the prey that pray, to place their hope in a slate to later revive from, inanimate stardom, starring from the trunk, in luckless stunts to **** outer worldly ***** that harvest seeds to weave life into the galaxies, so that we can now breathe..

I only wish that i had light to give instead of ****, but you give me happy tears, and if it wasn't so dark out here i wouldn't have seen you there so barren of the shield in yield to the dark, where we had embarked on a blackened sea, where infinite meets zero, we met and looped through to the point in which, we just knew, in echoed flows of timed, rhymeless suicides of lines that pock marked our minds, mapping the incline of the tides that reside in the fine print, signed in kind of my trying subconscious, synced, makes me nauseous to think, that the ******* will meet, where destiny completes, as you are existing, outside me, wanting to be, in danger of a stranger that knows your name.

It was a breeze that eased over the swamp with a fog that longed in slowing song to the swaying trees, sleepily reaching for the strings.

The breeze turns into a gust, rolling up, and bellowing over the street, shaking the budding leafs of bushes, and pushes up the side of me, slithering through my sleeves it eases into my breathing, and coiled up the meaning into one exact laser pointed anointing of a singular fact.

And I, Am, Back, from circling colors that leak from the seams of everything, pooling in black encapsulations around the reeling remnants of sentiments hosted in a picture perfect frost.

As they melt away in the fading facade of the finality that fettered away, as dawn gave way to days breaking in the lights that refracted in attraction to the baren redacting of my status upon the pavement of the street that i stood for so long on, waiting for the fog to lift its grip, but instead we drifted toward home again.

What can come of a silence that permeates so deeply within my inspirations, that it is layered but twice of mine own hesitance.

How are my words to live, but never given in a desperation that enriches my will of wants, but is to be forgotten by mornings noise.

To fold my hands and look away, has become the very nature of my innate ability to walk away, chanting the names of those who wish me well.

The title has become a contrived precursor to lead astray the feelings without means to convey.

No one else but I.

No one else but I may know what flows beneath my flesh until it ceases to be recognizable to me, you, or by any sense of words that blur in the misshapen dragging that only you will see, only you may see what you want to see, and see it you will, but wrongly.

Let my ferocity, and passion eloquently paint the pictures in my own regrets, tattering the canvas of my own flesh.

Let the foul, and the sweet, mesh together into brilliant concepts caught from the thinning air that only you can breathe.

Let me inhale deeply, savoring every contaminant, every exacerbation, and every nothing that means everything to you.

Let me touch you with every inch, with every intention, and every lust of smiling eyes, that pass over you when you walk by.

Let my fears fill you up with the love intended to be, just let me, be, next to you, in a storm of our foolishness, numbing our chores for the day.

Lets lose ourselves afloat in static temptations powerlessness, as it pulls our eyes closer to the ends.

Lets no longer resist natural instinct, and merely exist in the same place this day, so that we may long for our tomorrow.

Why not be cynics, and all act like dogs today, maybe walk around with lamps to say, where are the honest men, where are their fathers then, we don't need this ****, as we can, **** on legs, and beg for space, protest in plays, and secede to the streets, let us all be ******* today, just like [Diogenes].

The blood that thinned upon shared breath, has thickened only to thin again, as she reaches for the creamer.

*****.

How dare she, be so beautiful, right as the sutures are removed.

I will just poke my bruises, as i spell her name into mine, unto the darkest, and loneliest of nights.

Complete.

With extra cheese, and colored lights.

Wherein is a sight, of a love, that forebodes from above myself.

That giggles as it grins, before reaching its hand out.

The doubt depleted.

Cars were parked all over the yard, with rusted parts, and chipped paint, that gave way to faint brown sprays on jagged window frames.

And where the oil puddles turned the tall grass grey, a trail was made that lead the way, to the house where the bodies laid.

Stripped of clothes, and filleted in droves, they were posed in ways i couldn't explain.

He used a hammer to remove the teeth, and neatly sawed them into pieces at the creases, as he dumps the clumps into a drum of something acidic, before pouring it down the sink, where he swiped the fodder, and runs the water until clean.

He then places the teeth on sheets of torn cloth that he bundles up, and stashes up in the loft, before heading off for the street, to repeat his play, to the piece, so his dreams can seep into your day.

He was a hitch hiker, having his way.

A twisted heap, protruding from a creek, as its slowly sinking, the water gushing over the screaming, i walked on by seeing nothing, as i ascended a trail with a hanging man in a tree, waving and jerking his feet, shaking the whole tree, as i walked away, through a pasture glazed in a fog, where a farmer was caught under a tractor wheel, he yelled for help, as i knelt, to tie my shoes, adjust my headphones, and continued my pursuit of chocolate milk.

If time is of the essence, and our time to live a blessing, I'm guessing death to be a stepping stone for a patience born in its testing.

Merely resting, amongst the rested, as they are collected in the pull, only one will make it, and still know of the blessing stored in its form.

No one is ever home, and i knocked for awhile but got bored.

I even looked upon the lords and was largely ignored, so i forged a new line in the sand, and made better time, as everyone else contemplated their stance.

I have better chances alone, against the oncoming storm, and i no longer have a gun, as i have vowed to help the ones i hate, as i stumble in the grace of the time it takes to replace these friends of mine that i have made while trying to play nice.

Silence is no longer a disguise while every one is talking, and its obvious that that's all anyone does, with hollow meanings, demeaning the trust we claimed in the love, and it has proven to be too much, as i hang on the empty words, praying that the curse is dispersed across the sea for the stars to read the ***** versus of the creeds, inscribed in scribbles that ripple into cursive versus from ancient servers to another dream.

I close my eyes to wake, but still asleep, i just hope i learn something cheap to pass the day, wide eyed and unblinking, i get to thinking that i make my fate, that reality is shaped from my attitude, and that only the absolutes that are believed to be true can be true, so in knowing nothing i can pursue the untruths of my disbelief and we can be in unison even when all over the place.

I am in a city of admirers admiring admirers, a city cloned from a rough sketch, that has been traced in disappearing ink, a producer of diluted DNA in its quoting of the quotes within the tattoos across its face.

Its people walk in pace like sheeple, but at-least the sheep have their fur, as the people scurry in synchronicity from the burr.

Its cold outside, and getting colder.

Ill stand right here, and observe.

It is the moments in which i must shake my arms in an overwhelming happiness that i love the most, and it is the moments after the moments are gone that i loathe most of all.

But it is all the moments that make the trail that brings you to where you need to be, paved with every tear, every love, every sneer, and every sincere apology.

His breathing grew weak, as his pitter patting feet crushed flattened sheets from the snow.

Straying away from what he knows, he roams into the freezing abode, and elopes with the zeros below.

The time capsul.

I want the words to flutter through
In an almost mutter
To be understood by few

I want to give off a vibe
That inspires a dislike
Of every line

A discomfort
In every rhyme

A malignancy
That encompasses time

I want to touch shoulders
Merging minds
Just to watch us
Crumble in mine

I want humbled in kind
With the view from outside
The box

Her hand untangled from the coiled roots

Unraveling from her closing wounds

She stepped atop the mud and soot

And looked upon the crescent moon

She shook while she wept

And as her arms stretched out

She dispersed into a cloud

That lowered back down

Into the swampy ground

And not a sound

Was heard

By anyone
But her
And I

Will we be seen for our intent, in the trails that we left, maybe we see our impacts made on others lives, in a positive light, or is tragic loss, merely a loss, a piece of a puzzle lost at sea, or even seized by higher society?

All not very likely.

If the finish is the end, and is all that ever is, would we cease to dream, or search for bliss, even after all of this, becomes dust eventually?

I would not.

Must we always exist, in every etch, and stretch, of every inch, lived over a time of any given gratitude?

Might we only know one day.

Will we rest on stars, and breathe out clouds, will we loudly sing, to the strings of harps, will we shoot hope into our hearts, from the arch of cupids love?

It is a start.

Or will we be screaming, as we are are pulled, by the fires of mens souls, spewing tendrils from the coals, of forever unendeavouring elsewhere?

Might I never know one day.

I fear the telescopes growth, as it looks deeper and deeper into our past. I fear that it may find us, looking back.

When the fog lifted, i watched the forest sway where the rain began.

It was as though a static born, when the thunder turned to storm, and formed puddles under the street lights that would dim, as i walked beneath them.

On the path I had, a cliff side view, of the wrath in waves, as they ravaged rocks, in watery quests to carve the caves, for the tide to drink, of sinking thoughts, that patiently passed in my peripheral.

Spiraling vacantly, receding back to sea, in hollow moans, toning to another side of me.

Traversing tranquility, in the sanctity of spacious seas, seemingly of me, the emptiness of swallowed shores, drifting unto shallow swells, of surrendered swamps, to flooded lands, my emptied head, unto empty hands, to grasp the darkened clouds, of shrouded amens.

As time slowed, the thunder closed, on the lightning, as it lit the trees, summoning silhouettes over the shaking streets, that dance before me, smearing the tears, and the burning defeats, until withered away, as the sun breaks, in spectral hues, that washed away, the dirt.

Both hands in her pockets
She stared toward her feet
As she walked away from the bus

Her dark hair
Parting in the breeze
As if to gesture to me
To breathe
Before hooking me
Delicately
In temptations
Tethering

As i tailed with inexplicable ease
It was all beyond me now

And with the park
Coming up on the left
I closed our distance
In a frantic persistence

Limited

Only by blind vigilance
Inhibiting
All else from
Existing

Her shadow
Emanating
Upon mine
Dimming
The light
Between us

Her scent intoxicating
Causing my blood to thin

My strength to diminish

So i sprinted in
And grabbed her throat
With one hand
Jerking her back
To my chest
The black
Pulling from her chest
As i stepped
Into our place
In time

And with a Pinch where
Thumb meets finger
I recite the loss to the letter

As i whisper her name into her ear

Pulling her nearer
To the darkness of the park
I punctured her heart
As she disgustedly starts

Struggling
Pumping
Her legs
Apart

Inside she begs
Attempting to pry
My hand away

As if to say
Don't stop

In lustful froth
I had found
The one
And none
Could stop
The sound

Of her silent shuttering

As i eased her to the ground
She weakened

Falling softly
Into love with me
Sinking into me
Serenading me
In weakening
Dreams
Drifting
From her being
And into me

My one moment
Of ecstasy
Was her infinite

But the park
Will always see
Will always taste
The iron soil
We have made

Beautifully

She stared blankly
Back at me
In the blackening
Of the light

Then the shakes began
And she lost all her fight

Loosening my hand
In the captured sight
Of first contact

As i gently laid her
On her back

Resting my lips
Upon her eyelids
I released my grip
To the fluttering
Upon my
Lips and
Kissed
Her