il dance with the wind
inhale  all its turmoil
upheld my wounds
my soul is mechanic
it drifts within time .
the squeals of my ache
are invincible.
I am the midnight breeze
exhale my exhaustion
as I coil my freedom

his eyes his  lips the taste of his sigh .
his gaze is the charm that sooth to my soul .
his grin his grace the envy of my eyes .

a foul mouth  is conscious
it derives what is true  
it consumes your intellect
as a coward you fall.
in a treat for disaster
in your drown to its fury
you dance to its chaos
you relish with anger
for how loath can words
play?foul in the eyes
of its prey.?

grief was her death
to be feared ,
her pain to be cheered  
her words cleared
her soul smeared
her mind speared
to all that is sheared

I held pain
i kissed her
she was of comfort
to the wounds of my past
she gave me grief
i drowned with it ,
she became foe
when joy lingered .
shes' my harbor ,
while i withered,
I rift within her
she' my fury
my wrath
my solemn
when madness prevails

lips sharp that cut deep,
within ones soul ,
the wounds of solaces
his words so spoken
softly with taste
of his kisses that
blades my emission
to the phrase of
his seduction ,
he prunes deep

my days of youth
are not of use
there sought of fused
expected to loose
my essence for truce
my words at ease
for tells,the unseen
my ache  within
I am beneath
without  reach