my soul spent to fill it.
I languish in a mystery
that coats my world in choking smoke.
Her breath rides crystal hot and hard,
my vanquished eyes surrender
a blackened purple aftermath
slicing through my psyche sweetly.
My hope's on fire of white teardrops
torn from words gone silky silent.
Her hatred pure - so singular -
no consequence but gorgeous madness.
I pour myself down drains of lightwhile all my dreams drown disappearing.
She swims the depths through fear and failure
while all her doldrums die debating.
I haunt the ever twilight tinged
waiting rooms of faceless nightmares
waiting still for an unknown something
and called on yet by nothing, no one.
She and I are all but spent,
bent twisted in a life conspiring
to rip it up all raggedly, senselessly, heavenly -
finally to tear it all down.
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