The lights has turned off
The corner store is closed
Little lady bugs have vanished
The moment has gone
Moments are mere fragments
Of an eyes sweet glance
Life is a horns cry
Across a flaming blood soaked
Battle field
I feel as if I have forgotten
How to live
Where to live
What to live for
Mine eyes seem twisted back to a place
I swear I have been to before
Could the rain keep pouring if this voice inside me
Decides to never stop
I am tired broken passing by each hour
With the sun glares stinging my back
I react like a corpse unknown to even itself
Cracks in the street are the veins on my body
Darkness knows no rhythm needs no rhythm
Holds true to itself and itself only
Lonely love loses itself over and over again
Eyes are ease dropping on death's dinner party
A meow
A cry
A bellow of mistrust
The final hurrah