Whip. Crack. Smack.
White. Back to black.
Baritone moan.
Through flesh and bone.

Grabbing at her beautiful copper hair. My hand clenches it tight

We're bound together now. I gaze upon her only by a single, dim light,

I feel her pulse running through my body, my heart beats faster,

We have become Slave and master.

My hand releases and reels back from a jolt,

I just felt 240 volts.

Sun is shining,
Summer is here,
In perfect timing,

It's a time for your new start,
To be born again,
Let it fill your heart,

Birds are singing,
Flowers are growing,
It's your new beginning,

They will take you to the sea,
Push you under and set you,
Free.

Few people can understand the dispair of a tortured soul,
It's something deep inside, it is our demons that have control,
Fears we battle,
With constant rebuttal,

This life is turning out,
not how I planned,
I wish I was one,
who did not understand.

I saw you through a window,
It had been two years,
was i scared to see you?,
Or of you seeing me?,
I looked away,
I continued to walk,
My solar plexus took the pain
I continue to walk.

The smells of caramel, citric fruit and bread being licked by flames,
The colour. Black. Deep and rich. As if it was oil taken from the ground,
The taste is different, bitter, and earthy, contrasted by molasses, and sweet almonds,
This is how my day begins.