Layers delayed a slaying

Then...
So here on destitute night,
found layers of hope that groped the prostitute,
he or she I forget under such light it is
but is hard to see or even feel much detail
wonder fail to tell as hands creep up this legging
where breathing is lost and found and begging
layers walk at a distant stalk...
I find prized victim to loot

Now...
begone say thoughts your flesh is delayed and to feeble
to be late...better then here on this date
for fondle does my tongue for words with out sound
be found these speech, without reach of breath for this lung
and stung... bitter pain rings the tip
for delayed as lip to lip, face by mine
longing does no dose for crossing such line

Later...
For what have I done...
for what is sun when light is gone...
Why walk when always on the run...
To laugh at jokes and play games when there is no fun...
A shame is wo me, and my feelings are self afflicting wraith
lye bath for water will never clean...
deeds that slayed the growing unseen.