But didn’t plan the proliferation Gun protection #gunViolence
The cure to any basal crave procured in dark alleys was to
Authorise it illico presto
As if to ask for permission to sink and steal
My silently speeding oxygen carriers from my veins., It’s 32°C by my Jolla while some toads splash about their puddle trying to sing Vandross songs
The beast burst out of the earth; birth of horror, So bright white in colour, but for the horror you’d think it’s god, I shuddered
Eerie winds slithering over their breathing; Flickering flames: little fireflies in the cold night. Twinkling stars, no moon, five hearts beating, Calling on the phantom
I wave my blistered hand before my bleeding face, Waving gunpowder smoke and blood fumes in the mist To see the survivors, to see hope.