The Tilted Smile

The autumn night chill that crawls up my spine,
I traced my tongue in nips against chattering teeth,
I remained fluid from the heat at my core, the lust for the night-
The unknown that remained crouched in the gorged shadows,
The sweat is the beat of the satanic sounds drowning the loudspeaker.
I am the height, falling into the teeth of hell I once romanticized.
I don’t want to journey this odyssey of overcast eyes,
Eyes that melt into screams that scatter on the wind,
Take my hand before I am pulled into the glimpse of hell,
And become that dark that day dreams of light.