My Dragon Of Safe Haven, Adjacent Tale.

Could someone else take cease in this?
Ripping threw glass, its just another kiss.
Throwing your violent intimidating fist.
I'm resorting to chopping my wee little wrist.
Thinking of ending the substantial pain.
The pressure is pulsing, I'm going insane.
Cinematic slow motion leaves falling down.
A mystery dragon of recovery digests a fast paced town.
As it flies on the mountain grave.
It lives to serve the hungry, a laborious slave.
As the gate of the stars open up to let him in.
The cruelties of the world result in sin.
But the light of the desert moon was in the way.
The dragon made bed by the faint light of the day.
He cleansed himself in the bath of the diseased.
His tributes of flesh were many, but the gods weren't pleased.
When his fingertips grasped his mighty knife, justifying his will power.
His mouth gaping wide such as a very large wild flower.
Indulging his flames of the fiery pits of hell.
About to sink to despair when he realizes all is well.
He wasn't the dragon who fell in vain.
No one can tell and no one could ever explain.
Its the dragon, my personal dragon, my dragon of safe haven.....

a poem written by me and with the help of my dear friend jason.