i got sunburnt on a cloudy day,
when it was cold outside on a sunday,
sounds like an 80's song but i dont care,
my skin is red because i am fair,
now its raining here with sprinkles light,
ill probably be peeling tomorrow night.

the sex troll inappropriately IM's a girl,
with those words she begins to hurl,
smelling the air for a particular vomit stench,
the sex troll calls the girl a lesbian wench,
igniting his tail of flame and light,
as Nin enters the room willing to fight,
scaring the sex troll half shitting his pants,
Nin jumps around in a tail swinging dance,
cracking loudly around the sex trolls ears,
then he begins to run adding to the trolls fears,
chasing him around the room a few times,
making the sex troll think about his crimes,
eventually he tries to fight back in the chase,
but now the sex trolls body parts are scattered all over the place.

pressing buttons on the poker machine,
with a face of tension her husband has never seen,
he touches her on the shoulder smiling at her side,
as she continues to play the game watching the cards slide,
he notices her sweating and ignoring his smile,
growing some concern after a long while,
taking her hand to stop her pressing more,
she looks at him for a moment to say they are poor,
spending all their money and this their honeymoon too,
learning something about her that he never really knew,
she keeps playing while he is in shock and turning pale,
taking her by the hand as she grips on with every nail,
pulling her away from the machine before she presses again,
he talks to her to convince this is a sickness in her brain,
eventually she gives up and looks at him to touch his skin,
another person sits at that same machine and presses one button to win.

plunging it deep inside letting the insides out,
wiping the sweat from his brow as he works out the amount,
holding out his dirty hands covered in brown and black,
turning to pick up his tools exposing the buttcrack,
quickly walking out the door to his truck parked near,
then driving away down the road to disappear,
to the next place he enters with a little barking shit,
as he wiggles into a space he can barely fit,
the dog barks as he tightens the pipe,
seeing the dirt and giving it a wipe,
he wiggles to get out but cannot move,
as the grip of the floor is too smooth,
unable to call for help trapped under a sink,
he relaxes a moment and starts to think,
bending his leg to open the door,
as the dog enters the room sniffing the floor,
he kicks at it threatening so it will pull his shoe,
dragging him out like he aimed to do,
then patting the dog to recover his kick,
as the dog and the plumber give each other a lick.

messages of time fell through the cracks,
dropped to be forgotten for the who attracts,
eyes point to the ground in doubtful rage,
as the words tell a story written on the page,
being too late to say those things in mind,
not so easy to search for the words to find,
nerves take over heating the veins,
as the sweat pours out leaving stains,
if all those things come out but no words to tell,
why cannot they flow at that moment with a love spell,
because self doubt wins against the trying for loving some,
filling the mind with pressures that this person is dumb.

the webs of dew seen through the fog,
held together over the top of a log,
the ants walk over and down the side,
blurring the vision to watch them glide,
merging together all leaves of the tree,
then bringing focus back to finally see,
a wonderful forest painted from bouncing light,
remaining just as beautiful under the moonlight,
remembering this moment for every stressing day,
but why is it not perfect for me to stay,
plenty of food and plenty of water to drink,
with things to do and lots of time to think,
maybe that is the reason i cannot go here,
because my presence will make it disappear.

A change of a name,
to cover the shame,
hiding in the dark,
but can still hear you bark,
leaving a stain behind,
to a smell easy to find,
you cannot hide from me,
because i set you free,
so what else can you do,
especially when i always noticed you.

in the shadows of the darkest caves i wait,
filled with blinding terrors of hate,
scratching lines into the walls,
remembering the name my mother calls,
through the day as the light goes dim,
the sunset orange is a reminder of him,
smug smile on his murderous face,
the hate infected me and i took his place,
now the murderous thoughts are in me,
as i show them for all to see,
i killed him savage to bring more pain,
until i pulled through his face his brain,
watched his eyes grow in darkness stare,
knowing he suffered all the pain he could bare,
still that revenge was not a justice undone,
because the murderous hate is what won.

walking in the room with his shirt a certain way,
the others who were regulars quickly looked away,
he began talking trying to start something new,
getting the eyes of interest from only a few,
the more he spoke the more eyes turned,
standing near a candle as it slowly burned,
talking about a subject close to everyone's heart,
his smile so devious of what he is about to start,
soon the switched on people begin to see his plan,
insulting them all sarcastically this little annoying man,
their mouths tighten and some cover over to not speak,
showing no strength to fight back because they are weak,
he insults more as the room is full of silent judge,
as one man at the table gives another a nudge,
not one person moves or does anything about,
as the man insults more direct giving it a shout,
their eyes speak their words but they do not dare,
as their mouths don't open and they only stare,
not getting a reaction to their need to defend,
even a sorry at this moment will never mend,
slowly the people begin to look away from him,
as now the focus of his attention begins to dim,
again he insults and people just ignore,
yawning and not listening being a bore,
he stumbles now on his words trying harder to start a fight,
as then someone else blows out the candle light,
they laugh at this with smoke from the candle twists,
anger in his voice of insults knowing everyone resists,
now in the darkness he sees them all in a happy place,
just a cowardly verbal attack adds to his disgrace.

And it went crazy swinging arms around,
while drool spat in bubbles with it's growling sound,
howls in the darkness with fog over the moon,
bringing its own ears back as though scared of its own tune,
blood dripping claws but not of its own,
causing a death so now it is alone,
settled muscles of no tension gone limp or flopped,
the biting and clawing were unknown when it stopped,
its mind goes in reverse from the time it hunted him down,
followed from the path at night of this small town,
a beast it would be but not a wolf part man,
he hunted this now dead person because he was a fan.