There is a park-
Nestled behind the alleys,
Subtly hovering amid the commotion of those too busy to notice.
It is the heart of the city,
Where life comes and goes,
The breath and blood pulsating down city streets.
All your life it has been calling to you,
Unconscious whispers disguised in the wind,
Drugging your senses into feverish lust,
Forcing your body to quiver and ache.
Never content-
Never satisfied-
Until curiosity breaks the routine,
And places you down,
In a utopia-
A mirage-
A dream-
...some might say…
The atmosphere is damp and humid,
Tugging on your skin,
Tempting you to tear your body apart-
And let your hea
Round and Round...
Faster and Faster...
Rapacious Rebels Relentlessly Riding Revolutions.
Shades of color-distinct with dignity-blur together.
A collage splattered upon a metallic canvas,
Glowing like a beacon in the noonday sun.
Wavering air arouses dooormant emotions,
Spreading like wildfire, consuming the oxygen.
Round and Round...
Faster and Faster...
Speed Starved Savages Sing Surrender.
Survival of the fittest.
No anxious hands await the fall-
Yet tenuous contructions emerge through this carousing,
Precariously balancing its flippantly aloof nature.
Built upon the foundations of desire and lust,
They are cast downward in