Puzzles: survival mode

I

Sleepy suburbia, since the explosion where one heard the echo of humanity

In lunacy of their howls in death, killing love with nothing better to do, but go mad

I go searching for her – she was here and now I don’t know, now, I’m listless,

I only want her now. She’s in the crowd, people everyday going to work in out life

Thru which I pin freaks, seem same, but anywhere, everywhere armed with mobiles

I pin congruence freakish, my sis and the snake, alert at home, enter hard-core

Survival mode. But nothing happens again, except pushing, me to become

Better, step up to the edge of being, to survive on love in this environment

That only screams, not in love, but agony, as again, she passes and, nothing happens

II

Hardcore survival mode that kicks in, hyper-alert, as i see her, visage of a goddess!

In survival mode, she makes everyone else, but a thrill of her phantasmagoria

Her thighs load bearing, tho a little bit paranoid now, makes obsessively heightened,

Why torture me thus, in your phantasm that’s always past –  leaving –  me – alone?

I know she thinks she’s the baddest of all, sexy as fuck, badass, what a thrill!