My eyes,
flicked intermittently...

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

You hear her breathe but cannot see her mouth
her lips can whistle tunes through boughs of...

I stopped moving
my hands were held up...

..we nestled on a carpet
of rich green grass...

i creep around my paranoia
to avoid becoming captive...

my head became buried-
knee-deep in final demands...

As spring arrives, from natures womb
her season brings, a baby-boom...

I felt so excited,
about meeting her that evening...

Again I reminisce of stories you told me..
...into the bunker...

Men sent back to Mars
women vamoose to Venus...

..so hear my plea, of mans misdeed,
to help our world, no more to bleed...