Listen to my voice dear man
through the pages and ink...

I cling to my hairbrush,
Genetically attached...

Deep in the heart
of my pollinated soul...

Twisted mortal of an ebony sky
deathly creatures transform...

You were meant to shine
upon a morning sun of...

All I have is pulsating beats
of a heart that has pondered...

Pieces of me
fall to the floor...

I have moments within a world of destruction
where those miniscule words are the fire...

Our respirations were the rise and fall
of euphoria itself...

Speechless, finger to lips conceal my words
Consumed within transient emerald leaves...

Cold, barren cement became my throne
Tattered tennis shoes teased remnants...

It's a dark night this evening
soothing smiles fill the air...