I met a man the other day, while walking home from work.
He was covered in (dirt, debris, filth of the streets) stars and
begged for a moment of my time. 'Can't talk (Mr. Beggar Man)
Sir, I am late (so late) for a (very important) date.'
There was sorrow in his eyes as he begged like a puppy
searching for a (cat, rope, throat) Milk Bone
'Please, (beautiful lady) Ma'am, just a moment (so busy, so busy, always rushing
towards death) of your time.'
His eyes were the most startling color, a shock of beauty
stuck in a miasma of pain
I should call them (amber, bronze, mahogany) cocoa
flecks of gold (his only wealth) floating along the iris.
I think I could not resist those eyes of his, so
(beautiful, stunning, terrifying, moving)
deep and inspiring. I felt myself falling (down, down the rabbit hole
little alice fell)
I stood so still and he so close, even the reek of his breath
(death, oh death, nothing but the rotting death)
couldn't break the spell. 'Oh beautiful lady
(madam, princess, queen of all I survey)
just a moment of your time?'
He touched me then and my world (collapsed, expanded, reacted) exploded
a kaleidoscope of colors, an avalanche of sensation
(pain, terror, anger, frustration, hate, misery)
as I fell into his eyes (such lovely eyes, such perfect peepers)
I met a man the other day (oh god, please no, please stop)
while walking home from work
He was a filthy beggar man (not that, never that, please...)
covered all in dirt
He begged (push, shove, hit, bite) me for a moment
of my oh so precious time
He gave me gifts (red, glisten, shine) and showed me things
and took my soul in kind.
I wonder where I am now (I never believed in heaven)
as I float along in space
and if they ever found me (pieces, shattered, scattered)
In that lonely, filthy place.
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