Agonies sweat swims around the anointed  like a undesired coo pool.  
The chorline burns our eyes with icy tears, while we wonder if well ever see the truth again.  What happened when they realesed the  flood of hope?  All of the souls drowned like helpless pigeons trying to swim.

Her inviting blue eyes
                      
                         Met my dark brown

           My secret love

                                         So calm and profound.

I tried and gave up before I got killed from the choking smoke.  I couldnt save a book from the old flames scolding ambers.  I watched it all do itself in.  Later I scattered beer and clear **** over the ashes.  And thought of my old garbage:
Everything lost its meaning,
The Picture frames
And Tv sets,
My hawain legg lamp,
Their all at home with earth again.
I heard fires good for earths rejuvanation.
It takes us back home again,
Our real home, even if it seems like a soiled creamatorium once in a while.

The incoming waltz is a blitz of imperfection.
My eyes shut and again I wake to blue music.
The mornings always cold.
At work I silently say
Wheres my life?
I left it behind with the sleepless six hour nite.