A breeze
passes through me
and it hits
like startling
lightning.

If you're lost and tired and yet,
you keep running through
sharp rose thorns and horns
abandoned of cards that made a bet,
that you'll be left to die or be a *****,
tears that burn through all the vines.
The scribbling versus sharp lines,
the pills they fill up sweetest wine.
Demons fill up the dance floors,
drunken little girls for their score.
Ones without friends of protection,
eggs cracked from a screaming chicken

Talks of random becomes a blur,
and your random become a slur,
They are not there for conversation.
The killing hour becomes their score
And she wakes up swollen and sore.

How did she slip,
without running through it?

I feel your skin,
slipping through me,
and unlike an alligator's
its so soft and smooth,
a woman so beautiful,
Its the agonizing truth.
Desire hits lids of my eyes
and yet, I'm a passer-by.
Not hinted upon your love......

I don't want this......
but I feel it.......
Like a brew of rumbles,
of so many troubles.

She comes to me,
as I'm pale to the lights
and lost to blue and trees.
Flown in from the skies
and slips in under sheets,
her beauty as I lay
is such a haunting
memories delighted
and mourning wishes

Stitching the needly threads,
upon her hard skull and forehead,
blood is like rain as she's bleeding
as the attempted killer is fleeing.

This dream's barely keeping up the pace,
to the nurse's quarters, fumble as we race.
Lady in grey threads her up as I control
bleeding with rags from such an *******

He paces through the storm
****** knife starts to flow,
washed of all of her blood
No-one dares to confront.

A grimly night, startling thunderstorms.
He gets sprayed with hail, tree fallen acorns.

Demons swell in twitching skin,
bursts through our tiresome veins
scabs remind us how we bleed,
as we always need our skin to pick.

Forever are a catch of blow flies,
and fireworks of  "we haven't died"
10 seconds of relief from our pain
Then comes death for a Fallen Angel.
Back to zombies as soon as its Monday.