The moon casts a luminous light
over my skin.

The smoke dissipates from my cigarette
into the darkened sky.

My palms feel moist
from the grass below.

The sound of creatures surrounding me,
dances between my ears.

But all I can think about,
is the silhouette of the trees

against the cold sky.

Something I once was
            until,
I was painted with lust
         until,
I was splattered with deception

Pure and innocent,
I once was
          until,
I was carved with passion
          until,
I was stained with melancholy

a blank canvas,
I once was
until I became destroyed
with benign severance.