This skinless body…
an exposed inner lack of conscience.
A once concealed mold of hell… stabbed and gutted.
I shall hide no more.

Oh that deceptive suit I’ve always worn
clings still… to the feet of a body that drags it in the past.
My mask of sanity now lifted;
opening the curtain to a horror show.

I will never walk a lie again.
I’ll keep my back towards the life of deceit.  
Such a fragile soul has lost all its armor,
how can things ever be the same again?

The foundations of every beautiful lie I’ve lived to utter
shall collapse, leaving a dust cloud of uncertainty.
Through the light of reason…
surviving truths shall follow past the veil…
though I’m afraid I am of few logical justifications.

Hear me whoever... I confess!

Your picture possesses my mind,
burning my resistance
to a confounded pile of ash.

It’s been hours.
Yet still, I can’t describe the inferno
prowling behind those eyes.

All that remains
is a heart pounding its ribcage beneath,
thrusting blood through rigor veins.

To your pleasure,
I will never call you again.
Nor brush your lip with mine.
Mourning you has become an art.

Lament now?
Should I?
No…
just once more…

Sharpened words we used to puncture,
no longer unsheathed.
Scars within,
leave lasting marks too.

A black widow you are…
a wonder in beginnings,
luring me in your web…
deadens me.

I hate you.
What tensed me so
to say that to you?
You’ve drained me of emotion.

I drag my anger away.
I will not listen anymore.
I know death is waiting…
just beyond.

This road leads nowhere.
A bluish light, vaguely reminiscent of the moon,
illuminates the path ahead.

A frigid, sudden gust slaps my cheek.
Numbing the sense
of the falling tears.

The restrictions of life
have kept me rolling on rusty tracks,
screaming through a narrow, black tunnel.

The way ahead holds uncertainties.
A storm of blackened clouds
veil the path ahead.

Rays of twilight
offer glances.
I still don’t know where I am.

I let you rest your face
upon mine,
when you feel as so.

Your river runs calm,
and free,
from its ocean.

Crossing my cheek
from yours;
quietly down.

Leaving its path
of eye-shadow
behind.

Dim green,
that’s what you wore,
a dye;
finely concentrated
to stain
the center gem
within
your eye.