I.
Slow hands reach the sky.
for comfort dispersed in clouds
Tearing reign fall dreams.
II.
He is lonely; cold
shivering with mold beside-
Silver sparkle bins.
III.
Gasping for some life,
with IV swords contorted.
Mocking life with death.
IV.
Mildew spring rapes him,
with charcoal glass of ashes.
Time sleeps dead in pain.
V.
Bartender lover.
Mix me with liquor sorrow,
drunk with memories.
VI.
Star shot wishing peace,
Hannibal by full moons so-
Keep your ass on seats.
VII.
Bent for perception,
Visual massacre seeps.
A crimson story.
VIII.
Tosses, turns in sleep,
Blanket of wet dreams puddle
With stranger mud holes.
VIIII.
Times new roman letters,
paragraph cracked ceramic-
Thermo- resin pen.
X.
Another day home,
no office needs his baggage,
Written paper dreams.
The Strain-The Strange
The Same-The Change
I can't afford reality