Pacing up and down the road, the burning tar resembling molten lava, my heart catches fire, trembling in pain, the ladder of life flies past in vain, she greets me there for my sins of the past
Her bright emerald eyes I wish this could last,
But even the nicest torture must at some point end, grabbing my hand leading me down, into the abyss where fire holds the crown, at that point in time I wish I have known that clutching at love like a dog and it's bone , leads only to you burning alone.

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The sun pours upward into day
And the little cottages by the sea
Are smoking, sandy souls are turning
In their beds by the glaring windows
That hide the birds who were always
There singing, this is a new day, wake,
Wake into dream they are saying, play,
Scurry with wings into light, every branch
Is an avenue, each leave a communion,
Coffee and tea are soon brewing, tangled
In the chlorine mist of the ritual showers.
What to wear this self made, self same
Day?  Fingers tracing glass, new messages
Are frozen in light, so many things to do,
Undo, ****** into ones mobile devices,
Off to work and pressed into their mask,
Ready, makes of shuffles same to endure,
Eight hours or more later, the wounds
Of indifference, avoidance and deflection
Rear and hunch shoulder, weary as it
Trumps joy in a limp to shelter, soon
Too late to be home, and bathe
In the numbing light of situation
Comedy, tragedy, star seekers
Flail on the flat screens, that's
Entertainment, ready, sold,
Told for next new days slog,
And then, all must off to bed
Only to dream mercifully,
Again as dear sun is falling,
Wakes into lost horizons.

These lonely nights remind me of you
The dark sky full of bright stars
Reminds me of everything I went through
In these streets the crashing cars
The blood , the death , the soul that flew
In the heaven with a body full of scars
What would you do if you knew
That the one who took my life , is you