We met in a crowded park
where the people were born-monkeys,
Where in sickness they sworn to each other
to not walk on the dark shadowed alleys,
Where time flew by
like the lines drew by the hands of Gods
remodeled in stillness,
We met as hands practicing the shake of death
on the grasp of the Excalibur sword
sharing whispering illness,
On the blurred edge of the world we met
Romeo and Juliet of the darkness,
predators of the flesh on hunt
ready to take the last salt with no regret,
in the cold, cold arms of the knifes
so willingly to stub us...