injected by the painful nerve deep within,
the room that remained still so long now begins to spin,
falling into a nightmare of darkest sleep,
as they come for me cutting in deep,
the blood flows from my body drowning the secret place,
washing the dreams of hate draining to outer space,
gravity pulls me back to settle to my Earth,
as i know what i am and truly worth.

clear the clouds that cover the skies,
as moisture fill the mouth that dries,
giving a kiss that is true,
being more pleasure for you,
pulses of attempts to cry want to burst,
as you are the one who i thirst,
beyond all feelings of sex,
making muscles sweat and flex,
clouds now cover the sky in grey,
as i head so far away.

flying in a saucer shaped space ship,
the alien drives while holding out his bottom lip,
landing on a planet so infant and rich,
he looks around giving his crotch an itch,
being a sexually driven society of perverted creatures,
searching around for something with similar features,
using his stun gun on an unsuspecting ape,
he turns her over and begins to rape,
satisfied with his course of action with a smile on his face,
he leaves the planet but he also started the human race.

letting go from the safe grip of another hand,
the falling down fast being whipped by each hair strand,
seeing below and behind the sea of rippling glare,
curling in the cold ready to impact and prepare,
hitting hard and breaking bones sinking deep,
still alive and unable to breathe still falling steep,
touching the bottom and still looking at the wobbling sky,
for a tear cannot be seen under the water from a cry,
choking in the darkness waiting for someone to save,
too late for a rescue as acceptance of this watery grave,
the eyes close to go into that dark place most fear,
inside the mind flows the reasons why being alone here,
dont count on anyone to hold you above,
because being there is never about true love.

so many problems which where should i start,
i think there is something wrong with my heart,
my stomach in knots and head feeling light,
i dont know something just doesn't feel right,
it hurts to move and hurts to think,
popping a pill or having a drink,
should i complain or keep to myself,
as i wonder about my health,
i see a doctor and he says pee in this cup,
but i just complain about nothing so ill shut up.

pressures of pushing from the mouth full of air,
as this man has a night to prepare,
holding his blowup doll so tight,
having a wonderful sexual night,
his confidence is built,
after washing his stained quilt,
going out and trolling for a girl,
he spots one with a nice hair twirl,
taking her home after speaking to please,
he moves closer giving her boob a squeeze,
she frowns and leaves not impressed,
he takes out his doll again being obsessed,
pretending it is her that he took home before,
the next day he brags about the score.

the smoke blankets over the sun shining bright,
with entering the eyes making black as night,
the roaring flames within my sight,
clothes on the line begin to ignite,
waving hands from left to right,
i find someone holding them tight,
running out of the smoke with all my might,
i look down to see if the person i have is alright,
taken from the darkness into the light,
she is safe and breathing to my delight.

the corner shop clerk mops the smooth floor,
moving around and behind the door,
a customer comes in walking to the back,
he doesn't see the clerk mopping behind the rack,
the potential customer takes out a gun,
as the clerk sees this he is prepared to run,
then before he could leave another comes inside,
kneeling down behind the racks the clerk begins to hide,
the robbers talk wondering where is the clerk,
looking around wondering why he is not at work,
they go behind the counter and cant open the till,
while the clerk watches them remaining perfectly still,
a woman comes in seeing these people behind the bench,
she covers her nose at the mop cleaning chemical stench,
the robbers couldn't smell it with noses blocked with cocaine,
she looks at them standing there beginning to complain,
both so high they don't say a word listening to her speak,
as the clerk giggles quietly knowing she will talk about her week,
the robbers run out with nothing to escape her story of all,
the clerk walks out still giggling while he gives the police a call.

crumpled face grabs at the words making into a ball,
from his thoughts he had inspiration so tall,
now with bad thoughts of uselessness,
it came over him during unconsciousness,
blanketing his eyes and deafening his ears,
his engine was running but had no gears,
not moving at all with do drive to write,
watching as the stars flow over at night,
becoming bored he goes back to sleep,
and a dream enters him taking him deep,
the sun now shines over his bald skin,
as he jumps up and begins writing what he found within.

a storm flashes the white over his black hair,
through the vines of soaking streams a dark stare,
towards the panther just as black with teeth showing,
again the storm flashes now with winds blowing,
holding in his hand a sharpened stick at the end,
to attack they claw and bite to one hell would send,
slicing and cutting in deep with screams of pain,
pushing and pulling with the vein popping strain,
the water of the rains washes the blood over the ground,
they both lay in the mud listening to the breathing sound,
looking over he reaches out to the panther as the breathing stops,
as the storm is over and silent from those last rain drops.