We Watched Through Double Circles

And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes
And each hole in her tongue is always occupied
By the milk of the sun

And each hair on her head is fields of gold wheat
And i'm lying on my back
And i'm falling asleep

And each lash in her eye in really white roots
And each line in her skin is really red roots

And the neck her head's on is a tunnel of dawn
But darkness will come
For sure, it's gonna come

And the breast on her chest is where I take my rest
Is where I have my fun

And the one long red nail that shoots from her toe
Is tickling my blood
And shifting its flow

And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes
And each hole in her tongue is always occupied
By the milk of the sun

And i'm always late, 'ways late
Yeah, i'm always late

And your black two lips of time
And your hands rejoice in mine
And that seed, it grows all day
And that seed, it grows all night
And our veins are intertwined







We dragged her all the way. Her pitiful moans, her muffled pleas for help, screams for mercy, who would want to listen? Where were we? Nowhere. Everywhere. Somewhere, somewhere she didn't want to be, but we were where she was, this place where no one wants to be. Sat her up on the chair, her hands were tied, her hair brownish, lush in the evening sun. Her eyes filled with fear, wide open, tears, dirty strains on her tanned face. She didn't want this, I did. What else was there to do? Stare blankly into dark skies looking for miracles, screaming in pain, burying the sickness inside. Her body bare, she was dirty, bloody. He grabbed her hair, screams, her last plea. Looking at her, like how a mother would a baby, slowly, so softly pressing the blade into her soft, heavenly body. How sharp it was, how easy. Sliting her open from her bossom down, her blood flowed with such grace. Her tears, her eyes, as she watched her life ebb away from her. Moving closer to her, my lips brushed hers, a gentle kiss. I embraced her as she faded away, bleeding till there was no breath left to take. She felt better lifeless than alive and warm. Yes, cold and unmoving. How passionate our lives are led.

Beauty is still; death.

A two walked away. She, another joined us hand in hand. It's only another day, that's for tomorrow to bring happiness.



If only we were somewhere else..........