STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING he shouted from behind his paper machet mask <br />and we ran before he could breath the cold night air or move what little muscel he had <br />we didnt know where we were going <br /> the acid burned our lungs and clouds of poisons breath escaped our laughing lips <br /> <br />We had left him behind dressed in shadows and midnight blue, <br />his whislte and club of no use <br />His uniform stained in sweat and frustration <br />His mask slipping <br /> <br />We spent our selves in bars and clubs, <br />drinking like it was water and we had come in from the desert <br />I cannot recall what else happened that night <br />I awoke a few moments ago in a bed of glass and twisted dreams<br /><br />Rosa Mayfair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/escape-from-eden/
