In fields of snow, said was the sow
I smiled and smirked, blood on his shirt
In the sand, man, or snow - if it go
Look at the face, you know
I cringed and beamed.
"Not like you dreamed, or so it seemed"
A gun loaded
And so it would mean
I am unseen
Told unbold
Ground?
Is it a dream?
Blam.
Redeem.
"See, unseen," he said to the chrome sheen.
Cold and blue, an abnormal hue.
"Do the dew. I'm finna kill you," he said, asundered.
No dramatics. The night hadn't thundered.
TLC? Why force me?
"Bitch, come see," he said, eyes bled. Soul dead.
Smile crazed. Off red.
"Break bread. Dead to the stead. You already know."
Appetite unfed. Kiss to the cheek.So cold.
"No put your tongue in the head," he said.
Sprinkling a tinkling on the flower bed.
"Romance is red, but blue on the dead. Much more love. Oh man, my turn. Head!"
Nero to necro
How did the corpse's neck roll?
No new eye hole
Wandering mole
Am I missing a soul?
Shoes gone.
Ran home.
"Where's the sole?"
"oh, you know... how it go."
"Did you win?... IF NOT... FUCKING SIN!"
Huff and grin.
Eye almost missn'. "Mom, pops, I'm just a kitten. Maybe a hug."
Wham.
At least you won the fight.
Wham.
A fourteen mantra.
Written in the carved Elantra.
Scant and said.
Been a long time.
Eyes holes.
Port holes.
I am dead.