amogst the havoc the animals start to embelish themsleves in the sky.
they get the wiff of freakness in the air,
to see the ice melting.
to see there is nothing there.

what they sense is the scent of foul bodies ,
putrid as a vomit stained sweater,
for her to dive in i could not let her.

if there's one thing they love its the fresh scent of unblemished skin or a
pure soul seeking enjoyment.
all for them to do is corrupt the pure and shut down the needy.

all in all we feel greedy in the revelation of a pastime stricken with disgust.
to trust these beings is out of the question.
they will rip the soul of your heart before it can hit the ground running.

she sings so pure it makes my ears cry.
i see sounds and hear colours when her melody is amongst the airwaves of my distance.
i lost you a long time ago to the animals of the past,
if i run fast i might be able to reach you again,
only to slip and fall on my behalf.