On the eighth day, Desire

The curbside knife flickers, Images are caught upon a blade of cold desperation, An avenue of disillusionment, of survival, of fear of death, A killer and a victim, different silhouettes interchangeable names, The gilded creatures dance to the duet of desire, Green bitterness rains from clouds of a copper tasting future. The carnal megalomania re-awakens her conscious, His death stain now branded inside of her, The knife is drowned, On the avenue he remains, Blue men, red light, monochromatic pain.