Down the yellow brick road,
I found a little-lost soul.
Who guided me down a rabbit hole.
To face a time before I met you.
And there in the darkness,
I saw his face,
The broken me,
The soul who's heart didn't yet beat.

Honey, I can’t seem to find my heart.

Have you heard it throbbing somewhere lately?

“Yes”, he excitedly exclaimed.

“I put it in the washing machine this morning. It’s clean now.”

Somewhere fate and fault crossed,
And it landed him in her path.
He never used a map again.

In the second their eyes met,
A world was formed.
One of absolute chaos and destruction,
The other of life and semblance.
In the second they looked at each other,
A universe was created and destroyed.

Her body with a spectral of invisible tattoos that looked like scars she wore for warpaint.

To see them, they’d have to re-invent the colour wheel, and look at it in the fourth dimension.

Her eyes- bulbous, sullen, luminous buttons. The kind you find only on shirts that glow in the dark.  
The neck- a charred red;

Many a thousand orange suns resided there.
Converging a pungent focal point, on her principal axis.

Some men would call her ugly.

But how she looked like the most beautiful roadkill he had ever seen..

So, he drove over her again.