intoxicated
from the soft touch
of your lips

infatuated
from the way your hands
intertwine perfectly with mine

hypnotized
by the smell of musty cologne
that your clothes drown in

how sad, that your memory

is my addiction

Radiates over me like
the moon casting a
luminous gleam of light
over our bodies.

Devours my soul like
Hannibal, feasting on his
most lustful,
most passionate

****.

as day became night
as night became darkness
as darkness became me

I asked death for a kiss
                   and became captivated in her lust.

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.

As our car slides
ungracefully to the beat of
the music, we ponder
about the theory
of the universe only to discover
we are a troubled, modern group of
society's psychotic teenagers.

The feet caress the silenced floors
The eyes delightfully shriek at the intoxicating images that carve the divergent atoms
The fingers dance across the tantalizing haze of consumerism.
We're in the supermarket.

How much can we take until it's considered ****?

We are drowning in a pool of tortillas
Our senses are toiled away from the capability to mindlessly self-inflict
We are penetrated by blissful locomotives

Be practical, they say
That's a mans job!, they say
I am deaf.

I foolishly push the masculine carts
I taste the hysterical white privilege as it burns down my throat into an endless ride of heavenly ignorance.

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.

Insignificant chatter looms over my decaying ear.
The tantalizing haze floods the hidden floor boards,
the stained walls.
The prevarication is located in the detrimental couches.
The blissfulness of your ignorance feeds the self-inflicted smoke of their sensuous cigarettes.
We're all dead.
The instant gratification hovers over the greedy fingers as they dance across their contemplation of sanity.
The platonic conversationalists seek more than the lonesome intoxication.
And I, the flickering light caress the delicate chipped walls.
We're all dead.

The feeling of a black hole
fills my body
like a poison, slowly
but gracefully
                             ripping apart my soul
brain washing my mind
into the depths of eternal sorrow
                             *all because of you