pink orange red she was and he was the blue night has passed to sooth our backs dawn came late as romance grew
it felt nice to hold her then now its colder than the floor that she sat on as the blue spewed out off rotted lips and red faded pale
it tired him silly to fight off the dark mouthed leech and the beating heart his *** hurt the space he filled it left a dent on the mattress
mid-set the sun was when shadow came the golden rays cooled sweating brows he tired himself to generate what he knew he should have felt the noise was too loud for him to hear his canine whimper his maddened howls his rage
but he never felt them he lost all the strength to be mad or tired or sad or awake the leech fed from the shockwave of a bloodied burst artery
the shadow spat on his dried out brow the trumpets roared the droning fan screamed the thoughts that came a cacophony of the right and false and true and wrong bleating goats dropped stones
he forgot the coldness of her red forgot the circles and the reasons the kinked threads and wetted ends the sternness of her stance he tired the color off her it tired him silly
dusk came for him early it enveloped him consumed him comforted him he who forgot what to feel he embraced it an ocean of air vast as the noise but comforting