Nouns

Twisting, like a nights flame

Eyes turn to a static blur, the misfortunate aftermath of a day kept secret.

Sheep like wolfs, I'll hunt in the pack.

For go...

I play martyr to world yet declined, by suckling pigs our filthy swine.

Have you found god?

My friends have hope for a funeral, a paralysis to makes sense of normal.

She bought the wine...

The taste of the eyes when they roll to the back of the skull, like roses.

Our hearts, they can never kill our hearts.

Here me.

Trust me.

Remember me.

Expect me.

Tell me a tale of wise men and fools.

Tell me a tale of killers and jewels.

-you can kill a moment-