Another shot at this.

[Ganj]

A tidal wave intent on destruction
like a bare-naked curse waved deep on the eve of night
this boy leaves his circle to find what was once lost
a malevolent kiss to the night's friend
a shadow traces the sky
a hair fights the table on the race to the end
no one can see the day
only after it's divided by the bacteria
follow me to the night
this is where we sing and dance
smoke until the evening fades
breathe until the oxygen depletes itself of natural neutrality
like an incandescent illuminating guillotine
terry on the teddy's hold
the yolk of the ulcer nudges it's monster-like head from the fetus
jump into the day
the pool is quite clean
immaculate is the word
the game is for fools

[Ganj]

Try it yourself. It's fun to read the things that pour out your head without thought. That's a hint.

[Knucklecallus420]

Circles
A lone vulture circles a scarred field.
His suffocating loops shrink like a lasso.
Practiced and efficient, these circles narrow around the unknowing victims.
Waiting for his quarry to fall, he delays and lets the cold wind flow through his curved, pincer beak.
Barely noticeable, the ruffle in his wings breaks the dead silence.
Cold, deep eyes, lifeless and ghostly pits, absorb the heat as he focuses on two separate lone bodies.
Too late to save themselves, two fatally wounded soldiers, once enemies, bond in death and wait.

mine (: