Beneath the hallowed structures
I do not roam
I roam in the dictation of any breeze
cool, gentle, light
Statistics read one lover's plight
A three-act farce in which
he bottles his chance for romance
It's suggested that he is me
and I are him, though
I disagree

She did it like it was underwater
explosion in the ocean
A dozen or so passerbys cast no
concern, that is when
the dozen or so fish rise up
fried in a familiar fatality
They gasp, not at me
but the fish
you see,
There is a brutality in the reality
of nature
You too would gasp at the dead deer
but would shrug off my demise, my dear
Death exists in multitudes
we are blind to those that decay within
and wither away in the name of sin

She shot my head underwater

Muted monstrous bang
minimalizing
it's effects
minimalizing our moments
Contract killer
on your way to collect your long-awaited bank
My stringless marionette glides along the riverbank
tell the flies their meal is ready

Will you off the
next one? Will you
give them a painless
end?
Or will you make him taste
the cold steel for an
excruciating number of
minutes