Wind into cavernous ruin
abandons its destitute source.
With refusal of reciprocal echo
Unworthy lips beg for forgiveness,
having disturbed the idle peace.

A polyamorous plague
defined by a sharpness in the spine,
paints a night sky's view
reflecting the grotesque hue
which only your heart could produce.

Draining infected sweat
from tainted sheets,
every petal succumbs
until the flower wilts.
Collapsed under the weight of your disease.

Only amber could capture
the abandoned embers
on which we’ve exhausted every breath.
Cooled into insignificant ash
we’ve swept them under the rug.
Unbeknownst to the watchful eye
they lie perpetually dormant.
An existence forgotten,
a potential made obsolete.

Your ghost lives in each footprint
caressing only the memories
of the soles of our feet.
Your scarred hands condemned
to forever gather the salt
from the oceans of tears
that failed to find homes on our cheeks.
Counting every grain,
you won't find substance
in a forlorn dream.
Only sorrow in futility
commitment to the never-ending game.

False prophet
Faith confounded

Lust akin to genocide
Indifference feigned innocence

Thirst for treachery
Disregard for rationale

Release me from captivity
Free me from passivity.

Entertained only by false futures
Our eyelids paint a peaceful projection.

But what is the weight of a turncoat's word
to six feet of earth's burden?

Straining tired eyes, the saints will smile
as the worms serenade us both to sleep.

Clinging to the edges
of a moving platform
that just refuses
a desperate diplomacy
Losing a grip I may have never once had

Retracing my steps
into familiar footpaths.
I'm constantly letting go
and always holding on.
Maintaining affection through the graze of rope.

Stepping onto my stage
of curtain call acceptance,
A grand finale,
a bittersweet sendoff.
Trepidation by the kick of a stool.

Salvation at the forfeiture of stability.

Gravity my only influence,
the one in which I'll always believe.