Writing A Breath of Shower.

[Amorphous]

[color=crimson][size=1]
[i][b]A Breath of Shower[/b]

Cutting at the raven frost...
Black to the touch...
Hear the red heart beat,
In the sweet velvet colors.
Standing in cement I watch
As you pull the contents
From the container away.
That little crossover
From the river.
A river, a shed, a watered down feeling.

Standing in the sour forest;
A portrait of Siamese twins.
One of ivory
Another of sweet deceit and lavender.
Hanging from the buildings side.
A river, crystal crimson.

Cleansed of chained thoughts
Against the standing charm.
Sniffing the ground like a dog
For a showers redemption.
Vivacious and full of death,
As a bird of property
Steals my solemn left alone special place.

Arching over the swirls of you
I pull myself deeper into the showers face.
Caressing it's perfect demonic
Perspiration locks of a watered soul.

Breathe into the faucet.
Breathe into the blanket.
Breathe into the nights wish.
Breathe in the suffocating air of a mannequin.

Swords clang and clash and break.
Clang, clash and shake. Clang, clash,
Clang, clash.. Shake, clang, clash.
Breaking the mother?s decrepit back.
Ire of something beyond the curtains life.

That river of showers is pulling that nothingness
Further down the tube.
And as it cycles down, I cycle the wheels
Of the monsters hate, pedaling fast to catch the
Eyes of a stygian desert.
It's stabbing my hands with rain.
Icicles penetrating the sandy street of where I roam.

All being washed over with waters desire.
All being broke, broke, broken. Clang, clash,
Clashing, like the sounds of broken bells.
Clang, clash, shaking, vibrating of sour yellow
Flour yells.

Impaling the flowerbed soil, crushing the nights lighting.
Clattering, clanging, banging, hitting.
Following the path to the drain, cutting the wrists.
No more talking
Just me doing,
Falling deeper into the solving solution
Of acidic dangers. A shower,
That knows no end.

Breathing into the faucets neck.
Breathing into the blankets body.
Breathing into the nights singing choirs wishful thinking.
Breathing into the synthetic river of mannequins time.

Clashing, breaking, singing, breathing. Please breathe away
the strange days... Please.. I stay in the shower...

A shower that knows no end
A shower...that knows..
That... that... that..
There is no... no... no end.
[/i]

Please rate and review people.[/color][/size]