Time and risk caught up to you;
Gagged you into silence.
Chasing down the dragon was
Your favorite form of violence.

I saw its markings on your skin;
The gauntness of your eyes
Your searching fingers scratching down
To truth, as you breathed lies

China white won this round, love
You thought you'd always dance
The dragon chose another one
And turned its gaze askance.

you have
every right
to be
disappointed
and i have
every intention
to die

She looked more alive
dangling from the edge
than she ever had resting
in the lap of luxury.