Danced by Odonata

Ah, the smell of concrete after rain

The silence of the last refrain

The empty streets and broken houses

The smell of cigarette in ounces

Might be that it was all a dream

A random thought born from within

Yet bloodstains on my jacket top

Make all the dreams crumble and flop

Barely eight hours ago

I was on dance floor

Feeding my ego, as I care for

Drinking my fill and more

Looking at them idiots smoking pot

Girls drunken, being all that hot

And really, I felt like any other day

Until some random goddamn sway…

Pulled to the back of club,

Their fingers in powder - struck,

The licking, the kissing, the stupor of drug

I saw so many of them looking smug

And there she was - the queen of fallen

So lewd and beautiful, so rotten

Yet it did not take me more than hour

To be feeling the chill of rain shower

I got out, under the rain,

Slowly soaking up pain

And She too, was out there

Showing power over lair

Then few minutes - all it took

I stood in shock, anchored by hook

She slashed their veins - it was sonata

The murder danced by Odonata

She ate them feeling no regret

Then with same grace, not beating sweat

She slowly turned to me -

"Next time It'll be you, baby…"

I ran, god knows I ran out fast

Truly thinking life would no longer last

Now, feeling like I'm emptied from inside…

Smell of petrichor, walking off with no place to hide