This is permanence.
This is finality.
This is failed ambition.
This is faded youth.
This is compulsion.
This is rage.
This is impotence.
This is pain.
This is despair.
This is shame.
This is punishment.
This is contrition.
This is the gallows.
This is blood.
This is marrow.
This is annihilation.
This is damnation.
This is purgatory.
This is rapture.

Early morning.
I hear a fox
Out in the cold, damp light.
Screeching.
Is his song,
Only for me?
A communiqué
Between worlds.
Beyond words.
A cry for help.
A reminder,
That chaos reigns.

I am not afraid
To live,
To die.
But to stagnate
Is
To pull my heartstrings
From
Its hard casing.
Abandoned,
In a world that
No longer understands.
There is nothing
Left,
Only a love that doesn't
Touch us.

This midnight hour,
Burning in the brightness of my hell.
You left your mark.
Settled our terms.
Defined our tragedy,
(Ridiculous for all to see).
Cut to ribbons.
And left
Love to hang its head in shame.
Soon we'll mean less than nothing to each other.
How did it come to this?

To give away love,
Is like letting blood.
Drop by drop
An ocean is formed.
Tho I will not remain,
To gaze
upon
the waves.

Your love
Twisted
A cruel blade
In my heart.
I smiled
Unknowingly,
As each
Loveless
Incision
Hit their mark
So perfectly.

You brought radiance
Into my darkness.
But now,
In night skies
No stars remain.