A.G.E's Joint

She's gone again Demons at her back Disguised as angels Or the opposite Running Away or towards something No one can fathom Drowning In panic, unable to grasp The rings thrown Sounds too loud Too soft to comprehend Until The end.

Cell vibrates Uh, oh. Not again Yes Come down Still in one piece Only by The grace Of God

The yell The scream Shaking with the cosmic dog In his jaws You stand. It runs A minute Maybe two….. Then the hours Of sleep that follow.