poured from the carton into the glass filled to the top,
then too much as it almost overflowed when you didnt stop,
sipping a little letting it dribble with white down your chin,
then lifting the cold glass and drinking feeling it within,
licking your lips then drawing it back with a slurping sound,
as the cow teet goodness circles in your mouth around,
swallowing it with the feeling cooling your insides,
as the next swallow moves down easy in slides.

sexy girl walks with high heels clunking on the sidewalk of the street,
with her red lipstick and blonde hair looking ever sweet,
people look with eyes and mouth open wide,
as she walks to the store being let inside,
quivering men bow their heads offering her shamefully to buy,
as she tests the various creams leaving her skin more dry,
turning around to see a new stall off at the back,
she walks over slowly seeing one bottle of black,
the cloaked salesman offers her a small brush to use,
instead she takes the bottle pouring as much as she could choose,
smothering and rubbing it into her already smooth skin,
as she smiles feeling it work with a perfect grin,
she walks outside with her shoes again making a clunk,
almost tripping she loses a shoe noticing her foot has shrunk,
she looks around at the other people as they watch her changing shape,
slipping out of her clothes as she becomes smaller in that red dress to drape,
someone uncovers her to see a baby laying in shock,
for only a dab of youthful appearance needed but she used the whole stock.

burning the X boyfriend with her red accusing eyes,
the vein fuels them pulsing with madness in the cries,
screaming to make him deaf with blood running from his ears,
with devotion left in caring for him over those wasted years,
buried beneath all the shit now surfaces the lies,
as the blood on his shoulders cracks and dries,
seeing a false love of his face as it all disappears,
for never again would she over him drop her tears.

flames tickle the sky with smoke twisting above the trees,
he stands with a yet untested technology to freeze,
using a jetpack to fly over and burst cold at the heat,
the flames die down in a pure easy defeat,
smiles from others around patting him on the back,
as the fires endangered some homes and a small shack,
the months pass without notice of what would change,
as the park ranger noticed something strange,
no regrowth on any plants in the place,
even surrounding life dieing off without a trace,
the invention killed the flames but what about the rest,
as it spread further killing more to the west,
infecting the wildlife causing them to die in pain,
as the ranger himself turns insane,
the inventor himself found dead at his rich house too,
as the forests all die with nothing anyone can do.

Within burns the flames setting destruction of the scorching growth,
but of the mind stands intelligence to protect the living with his oath,
sharp nails for gripping and long hot flaming tail to whip in a fight,
casting no shadows on the ground with the flowing under flames of light,
searing skin with lava blood flowing through the veins pumped by the heart,
to do good but looking bad without a place or hope of where to start,
but knowing that all life is worth living to a full potential if able to give,
this is why Nin the Dreamon fights the demons so that people can live.

a painted canvas beginning to dry in the day,
as you take a brush not knowing what to say,
the paint draws back into the bristles absorbing back,
looking like cleaning it off as you track,
separating the colours back on the palette again,
as the tears go up your face adding more pain,
bringing the painting back to a white blank sheet at the start,
the paints go back into the bottles separated apart,
sitting down as the morning sun sets,
the day to come holds no regrets.

factory worker man puts his wrist across is glabella,
then heads to the lunch room being a stocky fella,
taking the sandwich but spilling the contents on his crotch,
then more come in looking strange to watch,
picking the food from between his legs to eat,
as other see and get put off taking a seat,
all the co-workers raise their noses at him walking away,
shrugging him off as they dont want him to stay,
they get back to work as he uses the lift,
seeing someone else pass at the end of their shift,
that person slips and falls damaging his wrist,
getting stuck in a chain to the sharp cutting blade narrowly missed,
the dirty man held the chain so it stopped before anything bad,
as all the other co-workers felt glad,
the dirty man helped bring the other down and wrapped up his arm,
being caring and quick to not let him come to any harm.

the garden in the middle of the place where nothing cares about the name,
seeing the beetle run across a leaf with more doing the same,
as a moth or butterfly floats with the wind to who knows where,
with a bee travelling back with pollen to share,
a speck of dust here and small drops of rain,
nothing to worry about you worms in the drain,
fumes of exhaust surround this garden of living pests,
with grasshoppers jumping and caterpillar groups infests,
thank you mayor of the town for putting plants in the round-a-bout,
not native at all and cant see through to out,
as humans like their foreign food to eat,
so do bugs and pests which it is a nice treat,
employ someone or two to come bad trim it back,
then they get bitten by a mutated native bug that lays eggs in their fat.

a treasure locked away with a magical crystal keeping it protected from thieves,
hidden in the jungles of blue and red leaves,
in the hands of the trusted four holds the keys,
one sailed over to the islands across the seas,
another traveled over the mountains to the snowed hills,
as another went north to practice his skills,
as the last remains with the treasure to guard until last breath,
to keep it from being opened and releasing the demon of death,
they all await the coming of one with a quest,
but none would know when or who if they guessed,
separately they all through their lives remain bitter and never trust another,
while one keyholder in defense killed his own brother,
each had their own problems caused by the secret they hold,
as the demon of deaths story was still being told.

they came from the mountains covered in snow,
hovering above while we hide down below,
scanning with beams that see in the night,
sometimes they shoot flashing a laser light,
someone screams as more shots burn away their skin,
previously our military fought but could not win,
now our only defense is to hide until they leave,
a hope for something more in life that is to believe,
as they search overhead a shadow of their size,
hearing a low rumble of an engine as it flies,
i dont know what to do being all alone,
as times passed so much i have grown,
shall i just walk out and let them shoot me dead,
or continue to wait for my death instead.