Concrete Night

Ink, ink spot, ink, ink, ink spot, that is my rhyme.
Into the starry night, I foresee; the blacktop is a lake, engulfing me into a swirl of nothingness.
Her eyes leak sapphires, tumbling down her pores, seeping into the crevices.
Torn from a loves wry and yet she goes on; her mouth twitches and yet doesn't utter a sound.
My eyes are a corundum of facets; shining brilliantly as the lights speed by, a lightning bolt flash.
My heart cringes, constricts, clenches; blood flows swiftly throughout my circulatory system.
I breathe, experiencing hardcore melancholy for I understand her strife.
A thump from the radio, again, again, the melodic song beats in sync with my pulse.
Sound-waves expand rapidly, manipulating me into a musical trance; I breathe.
Enthralled, I exhale, focusing my mental energies in attempts to understand the symbolic meaning.
Emotions that I never thought I could experience again flow freely; I concede defeat and receive victory.
Defense is an assist; however, offense can be a defensive move as well. I use it well.
Determined to experience expression, I gaze out into the moonlight, wishing for a dash of nightshade.
My heart flows as the great river; my mind crumbles like the GREAT walls of history past.
Blue orbs glaze over like trees in winter-land; I wish her well on her way.
I doze off staring at the empty sky, entranced by the melodic melody, hoping to go my way as well.