*
The night us dark, scattered with clouds of violet smog and frozen lanterns that hang from streetsides.
My breath stinks of your disappointment, again.
*
A hail of bullets splatter down, frozen capsules that drum relentlessly against my ungiving skin, a beat to my pulsing rage.
*
I'm all messed up, someone help me, my distorted eyes see nothing but my fading edges of perception.
*
Like and amputated acrobat, I am uncomfortable in my own skin,
*
In the loneliest of nights, you are the soft draught that ghosts over my skin.
