Hanging on the lane. 
Flies filled my brain.

Ideas screaming.
Became weary of breathing.

Negations amelled like angels.
Glistening with misfortune. 

Prisoned, wild souls. 
Parading death cries. 

Take shelter. 
Looking for polygons. 
Sparkling like a pen knife. 

Wishes bled. 
Enemy print sets. 
Scattered and precise.

Delirious hoists. 
Instruments begging sound. 

What if?
Saber fatigue. 
Doubt.

Miserable lacquer. 
Bitterness stacked in good. 
Learning how to die. 

Gleaming monkeys.
Dreaming in rows. 
Foolish blows. 

Affection stretched. 
Throwing skulls.

Triggers raised to a shine. 
Shouting, whispering. 
Snatching a breadth of the divine.