in the madness that follows broken swallows
flightless birds whose wings are broken, a token
of this worlds cruelty, some likening to a novelty
a pass time of society gaining popularity not notoriety
flightless birds whose dreams no longer pure, one deems
a twisted distortion upon the frail who seek to prevail
an existence within decaying trees, a stench to rob the free
flightless birds whose song fades, for today is made
in the notion that a path is set, for those who lost a nest
and can no longer return home, death a persistent norm

out of depth they are, for flightless they became
out of one world and into another, all the same

In the dark corner of the room
Sits a woman curling her toes
Whispering an empty tune
Under pretentious lies
And cheap perfume
A dead stare meets the eyes
I stand still, not moving
Afraid to stir sensations
In a dark room
Bathe in deprivations
An open cut of the flesh
Pouring streams of red
Seep into ragged clothing
Yet still she remains
Trapped domestic restraints

In the dark corner of the room
Sits a woman painted black and blue
Faded gold hair covering emerald greens
Porcelain skin no longer valued
Abuse for any and all means
The stench of blood is everywhere
But the fear is palpable
So do I continue seeing?
Do my eyes deceive me?
Is she really a human being?
Thinking was not an option
As I step into crimson walls
My only doubt in all of this
"Do I have moral courage?
Or am I the precursor to all of this?"

Am I human?
Am I human?

*** is the topic of conversations
Youth in full grown lust and desire
Forever we join with our interactions
Tonight I will set your body on fire

Cherry colored lips I see before me
Im nervous, its not how its suppose to be
My hands shake as they caress your body
Sweet voice oh lord Help Somebody!
Our hearts lust for each other
Taking our clothes off one after each other
Seeing your body glistening in the moonlight
Oh its a sin!! Why must it feel so Right!!
I take the first step and bite your lips
You slowly wiggle and lift your hips
I am pushed back, slowly by your kisses
In my mind, " What a beauty is my Misses!!"
We gently Bite down at our necks as we look above
The starry sky, for tonight we make love

It began with a story, then the words flowed
In black and white, until colors were born
Would you let us travel?
In a world both kind and cruel, yet remains so beautiful?