dry water
each drop sustains
for only an instant
and i am again left to my own devices
each hole dug to escape
and find the wells of salvation is futile
for the thirst that ails me does not quiet
it burns my breath
for every gasp of air turns raw
as if it were hot sand

desert me here
for surely i am finished

faceless crudities
torn from a broken complexion
see not in me your lover
see not in me a vialed rose
preserved for its beauty
unable to grow from here
for i do not need you
although i feel i do
when darkness slithers beneath each petal
threatening their purity
quell not my heart
quell not my already quiet eyes
for i wish to ****** each white tipped petal
down the cascading river
and see the soft reflections linger
upon the growing current

stone cold grey
awake and tamed to the early break of day
woven with the evenings betrayal
of silent whispers
and forgotten amorous afflictions
i fear that i believed in your tales
for i wear a gullible ear
confiding in your eyes
though the ferocity of your hands
should have lead me far from your grasp
chaos brews within you
and the ever present hint of your smile
rivals your titanous lips  
you, tragically beautiful in your decadence
leave me gasping for air
for i must feed this vice
please, lead me to your burrow of endless defeat
for surely someday in your takings
my fragility will be lost

chalk outline of something shattered
left to be displayed to an ever-growing population
mangled and ****** from your passing
and wiped clean by strange hands
that do not possess your docility
but you walk away, slowly into oblivion
unashamed of your takings
for what you stole was never desired
a harrowing **** in the full flourish of your garden
plucked from its roots and put to shame
but as it slowly wilted beneath the severity of the sun
a traveler came upon it and took shame in its torment
and planted it in an open field
free to bloom without an enclosure

failure to extinguish every fire you set forth
upon each field of crops
has left each acre desolate
dead roots beneath charred ground
but it is from these ashes
that i collected the strongest seeds
surviving through adversity
and tilled into growth once more

wooden heart
splintered into place
puncturing its fragility
with every betraying beat
like scarlet roses
beautiful but deadly
upon tender hands
soft as the tilled earth of their lineage
and each drop of blood
feeds their state
of slowly risen chaos

dead eyes like twilight
haunting through frosted trees
and empty barren lands
frost bitten and bitter
to the peace between chaos
against soft winter snow
that remains untouched by the footprints
of people in little houses
but i walk on stilted legs
each deliberate step
is treading on shadows
silent and aching
like cold feet wading
through treacherous waters
in the escapades of silent streams
breath burned
across fields of ice
with carefully placed hands
on cold set stone