Night,night...

Eyes glided shut frozen on charge ,leaking water the crime ,shes still at large. Why? The haunt ever so creep ,as I slaughter the zzz of harmless sheep. Ever so real the smell of touch , breathless life loathed so much. Losing again I remember the beg, vision on blurr a water circle hole ,being a square peg. Endless in there lost on the line knife in the spine ,the old desert scare. Shot out bought out sell out paranoid gleam chases me throughout. I act realism  then pray to go hide with the sheep ,you know the one with your soul to keep. I get precious little kittens so fluffy sweet ,they claw out there eyes as the light from the bag seeps. Over the rail a wiggly bag flails ,waving at me like a kitty cat sail. Gone with the river wind like old scarlett O'Hare ,a little car ride who fucking cares. That's what she did to my heart broken soul ,the haunt of a lover still in control.