Ha

I screamed into her mouth for her to stop.
The Swiss Alps were calling me
To turn over in my grave
As the swift grace from heaven denied me.
P-P-P-Pleasure
Eminated from the light of the devine
I fell to the floor
Consituents of the devoid operators
Lent me a hand.
(See
This is just my normal mind.
Everything is fake that I speak.
Triggers.
You're all just triggers
Poorly acting triggers.)

Spark. Spark.
Zap.
Electricity is fired off
And my fingers take the brunt of it.
Ice it down.
No.
Put spoons in my mouth.
One way or another,
I probably won't survive this madness.

Shocked!
I wish to show you my face.
But then
I'll just tell you.

There are eyes.
They are closed.
There is a mouth.
It is open.
(I hope you've formulated
Some great idea from this.
It will be the last time you see me)

Degrees of burn
Are seen from the inside.
Oh so superficial
Are the scars of the past.
The future holds the true path to a literal scathing.
No death will occur
(Well, later)
But it will be when you do not pass
Onto the other side.
When you find that there is no River Styx
For you to erase the past.
No Nirvanic fountain
That helps alleviate those that pained,
And start a new life.

A new life.
It is what we all wish for.
Hundreds of times over again each day,
And should the time of day be where
The sun shouts at you from high tide in the sky,
Please do not quiver.
There is no earthquake.
It is just me.
And the memory.

A

Jay-

Grow up on a street.
Water and blood pool together like brothers.
Sirens beat alarms to the punch
In the dead of night.
The night is dead.
Today,
This was the wrong street
On the wrong week
Wearing the wrong shirt
That had an array of too many hues of the wrong color.
A black Benz rolls up on your right,
Scratches and dents from chain link fences
That it met with a purpose.
Assumptions were made,
On their behalf
Not yours.

Lying on the floor of your beautiful city
The government buildings are astonishing from this angle.
The water next to you
Knows what you are going through,
As you and it mesh to become one.
You could scream,
Point at the Benz with rims full of "Them"'s
But now, you're mute,
As your voice has no purpose.

John-
He wakes up.
He wakes up and goes to work
To pay the bills.
He comes home;
Makes dinner and brushes his teeth.
He falls asleep.
He dreams,
Dreams of rosy lips and green gowns almost emerald,
Like her Olive eyes that never dart but
Glide
From side to lovely
Side.
She laughs, and so does he.
The sun sets,
In a glory of fire and extinguished flames,
And he wakes up.
He wakes up and goes to work
To pay the bills.
He comes home;
Makes dinner and brushes his teeth.
He falls asleep.
He dreams...
He wakes up.
He wakes up and goes to work
To pay the bills.
On the way,
He crosses a street.
He never looks twice.

Pigeons scatter,
People look-
He can't tell whether to breathe fast,
Or to hold---
A woman runs to him,
Screaming for the policia.
(She may save a life today)
Holding his head in her hands,
She finds it hard to look down at a dead man dying.
But she does.
(It will scar her for life)
He blinks.
The sun is eclipsed by her young flowing hair.
(His blood flows freely)
Her hair is black.
(He sees Saint Elmo's Fire in the sky)
She screams,
And for a split second
The sun is obscured and her eyes are a green that
He found as a child in the grasslands behind his house.
(His childhood is tainted red)
He smells lavender.
His eyes close.
He thinks he hears things,
Like footsteps running and the
Driver of the car exclaiming reasons
That aren't particularly important to John anymore.
He slides his hands into his pockets,
Looking for a phone to call his mom
And tell her he loves her.
But he forgot it today.
He dreams...