Beat-nick

Blue saliva dribbles hard
Upon black pages, won't last
Vanishes to grey smoke before
Green eyes capture the situation

This dust floats on, inhaled
By sour winds deep of past
Into chilled lungs of barbwire
Something shall invade, melting to skin

Flowing streams of blood turn
Into rainbows of foreign conception
Collecting at sewers, spilled
Except at the entrance, blended sparkle

Bones draw from life pools into 
Hollow portioned facets of tears
Which weld to feelings like
Surface static attacks, anxious are

The plastered rerun walls that
Are built with the recycled glitter
To once again involve itself in
Shades of sparks appearing as rain