His eyes wild
the nights electric
the humming of cars passing along
the streets void of light
ring into my ears
impenetrable, voltile noise
framing the silence between us
he has gone mad again,
there's poison on his tongue
there's white powder dripping
,dripping,
dripping from his elongated nose
he smiles wicked
his eyes wild
he's gone mad again,
I still drink him up like wine
and the glass shatters,
there's blood on the sheets