People to, people fro.

He saw a figure sitting there, alone.
He didn't know what he was thinking, but before he knew it he was already there.

'You free tomorrow?'

And there was a short silence.

'Hm, maybe.'

And then he felt warmth on his hand.
Then warmth on his lips.
He leaned closer, and shared that passionate kiss.

And the people whizzed by,
and Time flew by,
and everything seemed to fade away,
and nothing seemed to matter,
we didn't seem to care about the hour nor the day.

We parted.

He started
to breathe.

He looked up at the shining face,
at the smile.
And he realized.

Tears in his eyes, his lips still moist, he asked.

'This is a dream isn't it.'

And they ripped him apart,
and grief pierced through his heart;

Left crying, the warmth was all gone.

He wonders now as he wondered then,
do you dream about me almost as much as I dream about you?

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.