Beyond the out stretched reaches of a madman was a lonely woman. With bated breathe standing on the edge of death. While casting the grip of life never knowing what wonders prevails. Just as he draws a line between heaven and hell. Realising even in the afterlife you still get punished for your unspeakerable crimes. As he played the hearts of arbitrary. All dressed in black resonating without there loved ones. You could still see the love in there eyes Just as there tears run dry. With ripples of dainty sins grappled vanity on a promiscuous face. In the sense of alleviation depriving her of his mainly attentions. Based on chance there lied no prosperity in his empty heart. Sumptuously marked by assent in solitude in a silent fortitude. Trying to hide there emotions with joy. Amphorae filled glasses in relief as there heavy feet stopped them slumping on the carpet floor. Sentry pub lights blazed in a crowd as the room spinned round and round in the wake of dead man.

While judgement rained down on earth it unearthed a wallstead ground. As a cold hearth froze on a winters night. there stood uncertainties beyond the qualities of mankind. Just as a skylight sunshine shone a space for two then there emotions grew. Knowing there love was new. Then a wave of  bastion sensations pulsed through there bodies. Creating a ******* realtionship knowing it could depleat in a prolepic sorrow. But They didn't care even when there lives weren't fair. Because this was no faze as they stayed together in old age. In a endless loving daze with more lines on there faces With wilted eyes they didn't cry. They both smiled to each other in a beautiful gaze. As they died that's when they knew there souls were ready to fly.

In the world full of transparency lived humans in a dalligone age hoping for there immanent lands to be free. Knowing even in darkness there's glar and glit while they wished on a starlight.  They could see what marvels beholds the skies. As doldrums of listlessness saw a new dawn making a mockery of the dazzling sunshine. Then the winds shifted the mountain peaks snows white brilliance in a winters storm. On the horizons shorn the shadow of man following his betrovel through time and space. Even in death he couldn't contain his love for her for it was eternal  like the souls of all good women and men. Every heavy heart must have hope even in the wilderness. While fearing the centre of a harriet charm. Lied the evil truth beyond a lariet chain of hate there stood harms way and the love of another man.

To blind to see the truth knowing if we told another soul. They would take the roof away from you. Leaving you black and blue knowing inside your pain is new. As you live on the streets in sunshine and rain. Watching everyday people getting drunk and high. Never realising your friends and family had already cried. That's when you know they have already said goodbye. Knowing when secrets are made there rarely sold. As you live beyond your means living like a fiend. In and out of courts. With freedom that can't be brought. Even after it's been hard fought. Because no one believes a prison fool. Even if you lose your anger then you try to act cool. Never realising your to old as life takes it toll. I just hope your life again never folds. While facing the outside world blistering cold.

There was a nonsensical vengeance apon his face. With a rampaging love that took it's toll. In an intransitive moment he knew he could never see her intuitive gorgeous face again. As he bowed out in disgrace fearing she has lost her trust in him. While she made haste to someone safe. She knew even if she waited for there feelings to fizal out they couldn't never just be mates. For there was a sense of belonging  after she left. Knowing she taught him a powerful lesson for being over possessive that no womans a possession. That's when man plays a dangerous game because with every bad action results in consequences of the heart. As newly wed pillows sieged his mind with tears of joy that displays promises of a golden age. As whiskey flows through the moonlight. While her husband was half fainted from drunken vibes dancing with his palpable girl. Knowing displays of rage will never enter his life. Showing array of emotions that inhabited his soul. Feeling starstruck dreams that wakes his sleep in the night as realizes he found Mrs right.

Those calming voices that soothes my heart. Turning me away from the depths of whispering winds that plague my sins. As I lie in the mist of grief wollowing in my own sorrow. Fatherless without his love in the realms of pity. As I live in the unguided world of a ghosthood in a new fangled home. While I m steadfast as I stop running from my past I just hope us humans are built to last. Knowing these facade lines cross my path. Keeping me on the straight and narrow. So the only one should follow me is my shadow. Away from borrowed time in a sinuous presence over shadowed by loneliness. In a stream of visability showing wayward steps that burdens my soul.With hieroglyphs of life in a unimagineable perfection through space and time.We should keep away from fake personalities that tries to con us in a insulet world. To engrandize and modernize then to have our faiths try to control us. Even in front of holy eyes without unquestionable doubt this to me is a evil cell of terrorist louts. Knowing this will never be there last bout. As they look like smartly dressed hobbo's from a distant ghetto. Only after death will there spirts languish in limbo. Waiting for god to cast them all to hell for being under the devil's spell.

Fearing his shiftiness made his mummy and  daddy weep you could see the fear in there eyes. Knowing there son had pollution in his body. Which made him shout out in anger always wanting more money. Trying to creep in after dark all alone but they keep telling him this is not his home. Hidden away safely are their jewels and expensive things but nothing is to hard to find for this ****** king. Drowned out in a sorrow of sound with flashing blue lights lighting up a dreary grey sky. Now cuffed up on the floor covered in blood with needle marks, open wounds and sores. He still can't see he's  just a pawn in this drugs war. As the cell door shuts behind him. As he starts his sentence there's a secret regret and repentance on his face. Knowing he's going to have the runs like a cricket score feeling like he's been battered red raw. Even on morphine and codeine he still can't dream as he wakes up with the sweats to put on his oversized prison jeans. The only addicts that don't come back are the ones who always stay clean like the man called dean.