Goodbye suprise

Nights curtain drawn in artistic vent
across those blue eyes borrowed in rent
smooth skin rested in Aeon flux time stopped with a dreaded  cusp
driveway hated with the yellow broken teeth collected in person
collected as the thief 
Agents of wings beaten as dimensional decades spin
straight that pattern hidden behind the curve
lips follow autumns desecration of the frailties of leafy lanes
tears run with mingling floods rushing viscus streams paint murals depicting breathless unrecognisable scenes
laid Stil upon that stainless mark
squealing decoration of stitched mortician’s dreams
lay quiet
lay still
pandoras box
its lid now seen