Pretty Boy

I just wrote this about 10 minutes ago, after a sudden urge to write something, anything down. It's a first draft, so feedback is welcome :)

Are you scared, Pretty Boy?

Sing a song, roll the words from your tongue,

Pretty Boy; Lay low

Feel the ground, inch by inch

less than the the sky that surrounds,

breathe deep, Pretty Boy

Granite slips on rubber souls

Are you scared Pretty Boy?

The thread will move the way you make it,

come loose or tighten either way

Lay Low, Pretty Boy

The Motion ends the pulse begins

the timing's off, hold still

Pretty Boy.

They'll not be found.

Manic, stricken, panic, lust

feel it catch in your throat, catch,

as it flies from your feet

cored as a whole

Are you scared, Pretty Boy?

Lay Low.

xXx