Tear drops splatter
and slide as the
street lights and traffic
blur into one.

Fragrances of love
and despair taste
like a well preserved
glass of wine.

Sweat and lyrics
mingle and dance
as the rush
makes the heart
flutter against
the stress.

Muscle burns
and lungs sigh
as all around me
torture thrusts
me forward into
reality.

How I danced
the night away,
and how I dragged
my head to the
soft feathers
that crowned my
skull.

Yet time lunges
forward and I
am lost in blues.

10/03/2008

Posted on 10/03/2008
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