He would set them free,
words. On cityscape...

A solitary moon rises
behind the seven veils...

When postponed, death had no meaning.
It was lying in ambush...

Flame and smoke.
What else your skies have to offer...

Faith was not taking him
near the truth...

Jinxed out
was the sex panel...

Revolting inwardly
the fountain chokes...

Like a whiff of pungent smoke
morality hurts...

This is it, I want to say.
An acid rain falling each evening...

Pain unites the victims.
Discreetly, afterword, was the same...

It was in you,
the beast...

Ends did not meet, like beginnings,
fact was insulted by fiction...