jurassiclone

You, in a form of a nonsense mind

in a package of a sensible bones sniffing around me 

where are your prays? Did you sniff em' somewhere near?

your crumply skin surfaces and the familiar sneers

what could've happened if they don't exist?

you, might not exist in return.

Are you real? are you just another classic Jurassic myths as my bedtime story?

Did you ever appear clear in the middle of the night sky,

up high, lovingly observing your dinner from a distance from the top of that very Jura mountain, where you used to live

In the era where stones and all the rocks beautifully took place as your private territory

I would lie down, with my telescope and a cup of raindrops just to wait up all night so that i can see how you roar and scream out to the world, letting them all know you're the strongest

Oh how i love how the sweats ran down your chin, your strong heavy black silhouette appeared in between caves, having your pray ripped all bloody under your muscly left foot

ready to eat, served all wet and tangy

My mind went all wild and sour. 

You are a seductive creature.

xx