Cock, fire, reload, repeat.

What seems impossible, you tricked into existence;
my lungs burn without smoke,
my lower stomach will twitch,
my veins will pulse with blue energy.

As to how I got here, how you made your way                        (unclear)
into me,
you may be the last to be.

Mein Name ist Lucifer.

With the grace of a Russian gymnast, a body contorts, twists, liquiefies My cheeks burn and my breath hitches; your fingers grazed my skin, your tongue - my soul. My uniform keeps me warm, your gun keeps me safe.

The golden rule.

As I consider these long-awaited, forsaken feelings, I dwell in the realization I might be late. I know you may not wait, I know, or feel the same, I know - I'll feel it anyway. The scent you have, don't eviscerate the obvious; it may be fun and games but my heart's in the line of fire. Skies part, oceans whirpool, please don't ever be silent.

Slenderman in a suit.

Malfunctioning of the heart, the beating heart
Feels sometimes as though it may be futile
From the start, you stride into the unknown
Make sure you lock the door, hush,
Now you own her presence, her amorous presence.

You find yourself at this turn, this lovely turn -
Even as the Valkyries ride over and through you,
You hunger and yearn to feel, obscenities flow
The door flies open, I think you’ve forgotten
How to let go of something gone, long gone.

Hold the reins.

Nothing but a game of timing, a bench and minutemen -
tag-teaming our way through the gauntlet of possibility,
we ride separately.

Completed.

Black widows and locker rooms in restaurants;
I ran to escape only to fall into a bar in lira.
Stairs cascaded up and down, mocking gravity,
as I stumbled through lego-like landscapes, livid.
I remained terrified through pangs of memories of
men from the past, arachnid encounters and abandonment.
Somebody forcefully wanted my money and the sun shone more than here;
my father walked the same floors and I had my own coatrack.

My half-life awaits.

Static.

I'm aware of my lack of perfection;
within my depths, waves rush
of you or towards you, hard to say from this
external
point of view
Although, I could continue my attempts to see
for a lifetime.

Sinking under,
twist and coil,
spin in the smoky wind.