it takes time to die alone
each moment stabbing sharp
but lonely eyes don't mind so long
when the dark outside agrees
my mood is more green
than blue
but black always suits
and wild whining engines
never quench anger for long
though squealing girls or tires
and gasping intakes of chrome or flesh
interrupt
i know these games are deadly
but it's the only game i ever bothered to learn
and at morning there'll be scratches
but i'll touch them up again
and azure means sleep
for a moment
perchance to dream
of a green eyed girl who cares
for the contents
not the shell