Midnight Love

And what a world
it breeds, it needs.

Demons dripping
in abstracted haste,
Dreaming guilt, a
sacrificial taste;
like that of a flame
Constricting our throat

Spitting haze coughing
Smoke -- tendrils
reaching, feeling, inch
by inch, less and
less. Desensitized,

Features are rubbed from
our face -- creatures
Finding love only in
What they take; Raping
our nerves and leaving
them to bleed: Amnesiac

Fiends drugged and unseen.
Dripping imaginitive, ab-
stracted waste. Dreaming
The kill, \'til swords are
drawn and blood is spilt.
Yet still we\'re Bored.

Such daydreams

Midnight Love
can not afford.