Reminiscent waves float on a

lazy summer’s eve.

Trouble that stirs beneath

harrowing wind.

A zephyr, gently bathed in warmth.

Golden ball of white wisdom,

seeking nothing.

Flesh, consumed only in abundance.

Monsters that ravage empty streets

and still silent souls.

Perfect gingham, laid,

above sanctity,

to rest.

Awakening glorious treachery

and beating blue hearts.

Suffocating in dark dreams of anomalies.

Stifled by the foul stench of desire,

stagnant vermin prevail.

Quelling raging firestorms,

in banality, obliged.

Oblivion, pursuing fervor,

away to seldom crates,

abandoned at shore.

Crazed drought

pillages earthy brown blood.

Searching at dawn,

night will remain,

whitewashed.

And travelers will long for refuge

in a world of death.