These Are the Moments
bleed the need to feed so beautifully with full bellies of dreams.
these are the moments that jagged daggers,
pins and needles,
bad puns, drunk fun, and pipe dreams
are taken down a spiral hitting rock bottom to the bottom feeders
and dream eaters,
these are the moments when the hopeless romantic
is replaced by super villain thoughts of world domination,
piercing fascinations,
and a whole nation of ideas that quietly scream
behind glued lips and zip ties.
these are the moments that jagged daggers,
the dream eaters, and the children without love go to cry.
This is the moment, when the hopeless romantic died.
-D.R. “Rain”

