Angel in my head?
Not a halo.
Demon's caress the dead
Far..from fatal.
Shoot through the fiction,
Inhale the fable,
Feeble, enable...
Again, drink me down again.
Smile, & save it,
Snatch colors,
From the wet pavement..
& paint it.
My melted self portrait,
Peeled off the canvas,
Drowning in the moment
Time, the consistent bandit.
Colors drained into the streets,
Like neon rain drops
Underneath my feet,
A melody.. a new beat.
I barely breathe; like
Snakes without feet
& snails with no teeth,
A lover, no heartbeat.
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