30 January 2013
Walking the dark midnight alley.
Observe the glimmering moon light shining.
Feel the fibers frizzle flowing, The figure insight, Not showing.
Look behind, See nothing, Dim shutter light, And windy echoes All quite night.
For whatever it be, Avoiding natural mid-night.
Begin running To break of alleys light.
In suspense of disaster, Feeling the chase rise faster. Into despair, But no ones there.
Stop turn quickly, Have no fear, Aim tight, Breath in morning air.
Firm grip clinch softly, Muzzle flash, Ripple velocity.
Rotate hollow bullet, Shell discharged, Swallow hot iron, Not submissive, To Inevitable, Desires.
So well'y stuffed, Spoon'ly fed, Severely drowning In death's bed.
Break plosion, Painted Inner red.
Fall to erosion Like falling from bed.
Look standing over, So condciencoe'ly breath taking.
Take a kneel, Feel the heart begin sleeping.
Burning throat, Filled with poison, The shot of lead, Now dearly shed'd.
Asking for reasoning, No sympathy for deceiving.
Choke bloods of lava, Breath out fires.
Wheezing for air, No mercies for liars, Wheeping tears, Buried insighter's.
Farewell to formality, The kill of fatality.
Seemingly staring, Unto your dying.
For I am now woken, Finally alone, In my own thrown!
Subconscious bullet • Opuss № I