Lonely life
Arch Nemesis
My Self
Cross sword
To guilty neck
Await gushing
Gasping Breaths
Allow only
Mindless mania
Maybe matters
My own hands
Wherefore airflow
Makes the throat close
The eyes shut
The mind drowns
Straight from out of town.
Allowing angels free passage
The nightmare of their baggage
Slams slime, real lime into
Bashed bottles, ends smashed
Muddled, the liquid foams takes
Form where none is usually
Had, a hat, a rat, ready to die
Removal of a skeleton
Where real lovers lie.
