If...
Cupids...

A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...

Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...

I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...

born from serenity
a melody...

floating through an orchestral valley-
the sun glances over the shoulders...

Upon the banks of high street shops
between the stores their anchor drops...

odds used as live bait
morsels for bread and butter...

demons encroach upon my mind
a stomping ground for reapers of darkness...

Commotion
Heats up...