wrote this tonite...
-neon bomb-
and the light flickered there
for years
burning a hole
inside of the hole
hanging from a thread
called "reality"
emotions unchecked
flourishing
in the rich soil
of the soiled
15 minutes of shame
buried deep within
the pillows and wood
the walls would talk
if they could
nebulous confusion
overides
the self-induced haze
escaping intrusion
another dark phase
when you trust the beast
enough to leave your home
talk to a stranger
and touch again...
the flickering light
when it's way too late
to stop the bomb
stop the bomb
exploding neon bright
as violent as the night
it was planted.
copyright Velocity Chyaldd 2006