I saw his tongue..press against his lover’s skin..

and slide up to her shoulder.

I was drowning in their image,

tracing the outline of their bodies.

The crowd of lost kids pushed and shoved through me,

denying my presence.

My soul twisting, writhing.

His eyes shut unevenly,

losing their way from reality.

His nails dug into her..

I..

I had never seen such a sight.. so close.. so real..

I was shoved into the visualization of energy itself.

I..I’d never felt so alive;

as the night in which I died.