Fall all you leaves of red:
(I can't believe you're still lying and lying right to my face)
RUST and disintegrate
(There's nothing left in your lungs to which I should listen)
Labor onward my slave,
(I won't let you stand there taunting me like I belong to you)
on and on and on. . .
(There's no line left for this desperate charade to ride)

For all that I've done for you
(It's true you helped me survive)
You repay me in change
(This has been on the distance)
Of which I can't be a part
(Since our original night)
I've been hollowed

(Don't tell me you didn't know when you've always lead this)

I concede if you can defeat me because I
Can't commit suicide

Trailing ground, claim this ghost, this ******
This cycle spinning out of control keeps haunting me, drawing me, on again
All I need, all I need is an opening out of this
Biting His smothering hands all the way to His bones, even if I have to crash

Burned trees
Dead wood
Black bone
In the forest of dreams a violet light shone
Violet
Lichen
Creeping
Around the repeating scene until the night died
Derailed
Into
Darkness
Until the smoke and the ash swallowed

The last lonely, laughing glance of His shadow

In hindsight the truth pounds strong in my chest, ******* for bed the chill on the nape of my neck reminds me
I
             Lie
I never really undress--I haven't really since last time we shared our space and it feels a little like death that it's so cold now
And you were never really close to as cold as Winter
In fact I can still smile when I think of the warmth
I
             Left
                          Behind
Alaunus, at long last found and left behind

In hindsight the failure on my part to keep living the life started by two, reminds me why it feels
intensely wrong
To
             Lie
Awake feeling no heat
Tangled twisted in sheets
Winter coming on fast
             Lie
Awake and lonely
Watching the shadows move
Toward the sunrise

And you were never really close to as cold as Winter
In fact I can still smile when I think of the warmth
I
             Left
                          Behind
Alaunus, at long last found
And
             Left
                          Behind

What I remember most is the ghost I left in the North that day
And how you agreed to drive--I almost didn't believe it
Not only not my body but not my soul, so what better an anchor?
Not my home and not my world--what better an anchor?

I-5 South to 405 driving like nothing, but leaving a smoke trail
S.O.S. outbound in denial with no signal return
Smiling beside the driver unknowingly burning, unknowingly smoking out

Could you respectfully decline an offer to wipe your feet clean at the door?
Outbound there's nothing that changes but the fear inset and instilled
It's just a portal
Could you respectfully decline an opening to escape with your devils moored?
Outbound it's better than ever if you'll accept it's not running away
Doorways are just portals