The Old Way

Gods from Sky are cruel,They bluster and scream blindly,Shattering the world.How long must we be bound toThe cruel whims of ancient lords?

Heart. Attacked.

Timing is sublime,Rhythm off, growing hotter,Watching her lips smile,Hands touch, a muted laugh shared,And it all ends with a pop. I am so sleepy.A heavy heart drags me down.At least it's warm, here.