He sat there waiting at the station,
feeling the planet hover around him softly,
the buzzing music becoming background noise,
and then, it happens...
The feeling of love engulfs him.

I'd like to feel this way forever,
surrounded by the music of chatter
in this secluded, chugging train.

The way your head feels on my shoulder,
the way my hand fits just right in yours,
but with the way the people look,
I can't help but shuffle away.

For fear of the train collapsing and pulling us under

Little girls and boys,
abused in secret homes,
black skinned angels,
beige babies,
lost and never to be found.

Two worlds apart,
                                           a whole soul divided
                                             into two parts.

    One here,

                                                          ­                                     and one there.


                              Half with me,
                                                    
        ­                                           and half with my love.

Lend me your car,
and let me buckle up your heart.
I promise to drive safely,
but if provoked,
I won't hesitate to pull the wheel.

A woman's loss,
is a male gained,
helpless to the grounds and its worms,
festering in bubbling oaths,
lay to rest the torments of yesteryear,
and arise the new army,
masked and ready,
for war.