You are the sly, slithery, snake on the wet slivery sea.

You are the fiery hell which concords the shiny earth every full moon.

You are the gloomy spirits of the magical fairy tail, wizards.

You are the burnt exhausted foot of the mighty Usain Bolt while he ran the 100 meter run.

You are the slivery shiny planet which crash into the isolated moon the thing we call home.

You are the terrified victims of Michael Myers hiding in the wooden closets all night long.

You are the forgotten ancient shard of pure love.

You are the taste of a love made steak in the greasy oven.

You are the confusing numbers in the endless matrix.

You are as quick as Usain Bolt on the rock hard tarmac.

You are as slow as a slow slug going down someone saliva like a slip and slide.

You are as quiet as a creaking door in a terrifying horror movie.

You are the boy as pale as the transparent clouds.

You are the girl sucking on a juicy watermelon dripping with taste.

You are the poems thread tied nearly together like a shoelace.

You are the end.