A flock of jittery birds propel from the silhouette of forsaken trees and ascend into the silent, polluted cool blue above. Bristled, semiotic, dishevelled lives too proud to admit your mistakes. Prudence is a sober realisation, a world of burning flames. Initiate kindness in dreamlands. Everlasting happenings biting nails. Swirling in circles in the ritualistic marriage of dance, a hybrid of emotions, timbre and orange, not talking. I am two moons from loving you, the heart flow in the brooding night. Looking for a warm and gentle embrace. In the shadows I am a quiet observer. Blood soaks into every crevice and the electric... magic twilight fills my pores with soft kisses, boys kissing in the rain. On the hill there\'s a man, a cigarette growing weaker, an aeroplane roaring as it drifts away. Silence echoes. I am alone in this standstill with only my thoughts to guide me. In the darkness I sway. Breathing darkness. Tonight I am jealous. Tonight I am going to kill you in every way.