i think you killed me

Bored engines
hum queens
with firey changes
and mascara
around their fur

to make the sun rise
a sweet savoring
of no ordinary words
creates
volcanic cries
so elated
you'd think
it was
a riptide of gods
blowing through the world
in neon
to shell out a verbal dream

and now
I'm slowly turning into
sinking beats
and decaying wonder

falling in-between the crack of day

amazing
your love
was a passive
and
forsoothing stranger
that sunk so deep
i wonder
was there a casualty in all this?