Last Second Poem by James McLain

Suddenly the fog it feels the taste I smell.
Perfume after she inside I am compeled.
Is it heaven obtained from ends that in her head,
her eye and throat which does.
Zeze I breath,
from more because of fear and her last frontier.
Canyons swollen from the rain that falls outside.
Light blooms within her gloom inside her head.
Substance of and her own destiny which caused.
No hallucination it never seemed it was.

She thought that we would like to be happy, family.
She was right I never left I stood between her breasts.
She is the reason that his execution is cruel and kind.
Her second heart, his beats he knelt to feel her pulse.
She stated that is when he came,
and became that paradise inside her hell on earth.
Like the beating hearts,
all came to watch and do they care what it feels like?