not just another face,

falling fast he fights all restrains,

thought he was playin it safe,

all reality leaves but hers' remains-

says the irony of beauty's truth,

stumbled rose vines, thorns, and bush-

you cant find her eyes hangin from a noose, a slipknot-

above a chair... below where lives stare.

voices linger in the wind,

like aromas that sway aromas of swindling,

choices- a singer sings of sin,

sites a writer's whitering writes- a cold in search of kindling,

cries the lies of a man,

bounded steel, destroyed, rebuilt to stand-

you cant find his heart splattered on the land, an asphalt-

above buildings scrape the sky... eyes follow... "why..?"