Just before he fell,
(after a kick from God...

When he sleeps, he sleeps for decades
away from here physically...

Those four blank walls encase me,
offering comfort and hiding my personality...

He wasn't a man
of that he was glad...

A fire raged in his mind so fierce
that his eyeballs bled and imploded...

Alone
silence ringing...

This grey mound no longer matters
entombed in gristle floating majestically...

Resubmitted and edited.
Juxtapose belief with pain and suffering...

On the seventh day with no restriction in sight,
leaving a cloud, a cliche he tarnished...

Portraying such childish humour, yet
evil resides within his blanched mind...

Against loving, Against!
Still we're lovers? we're STILL...

Winds move me, gales stripping my branches bare
feel vulnerable, in crisp midnight air...