Lost Transmission

The floor giving away,
The moment the light hit your face.
Swirling, my soul giving chase.
My body merely following.
Seeing you disappear into the crowd.

My heart nearly growled.
Primal nest building.
Was the plan.
cll the way from the bar.
To my apartment building.

Half hazed constructed,
Between the two gulps.
Of hard liquor.
The plan couldn't wait,
To be executed any quicker.

Sun scarred, echo bleeders.
Intellectual carrion eaters.
Was the only competition.
So, who was I to miss then?
Little did I know,
Later I would care.

How that woman became my lungs air