love on your lips
like Novocain
we speak the words,
feel nothing.
we smile and laugh,
the coroners dance
the smell of death
it lingers

breathing shadows
burning tributes
to the idols
that they worship
And you wonder
why my evenings are better spent alone.

I live.
I bleed.
I'm on my ****** knees
I break.
I cry.
I fall.
I fly.

you've already died.
you breathing shadow.