I felt my spirit was dying 
after I lost her in a sign of repose 
four walls were the conceivable barricade, 
a thorny palisade, 
no green fog through the cells 
like a deathtrap's imminent result. 
My lack of experience was like a destitute throne. 

We rise in the morning like ocean wind waves forming an embrace to the shores 
We try to stay classy like a mannequin wearing a tawny brown tuxedo below the brink of the stars. 

Twisted fault, 
an atrophied face bends down, towards the line where the minefields may explode, 
like an explanatory injunction 
taking us by surprise a little 
laminated genesis, 
where the future won't crawl to. 

Dedicate a love song, 
like a fearless twine of fidelity 
dilutes into a caveman's hat. 
Shall I mention that her voice 
through the silence was escaping from him 
like a threat from a primitive tribe.