Swept under spineless rug,

entangled vendetta - never love,

those whom fantasize superior romance story they'd hardly 

think that of us;

got swallowed,

stretched in disturbing lovers quarrel picked poured out hollowed -

a pawn in charring two's spat,

riped few choice chords,

threw mine hovering life back,

striking passion with intentional sword;

could argue: one wasn't quite the same after heavy thwack,

cataclysmic notes flutter air to own ears soundtrack,

mouth created rhymes warning none backtracks,

breathing easier with shortened panic attacks,

horrors stay profoundly bad...

long as one lets then last,

preferably time - I give this a good shove in the ass.

There are better, extraordinary,, things to dream about.