It rains in your contempt
volcanic thunder that reaches the four corners
of the mind, the core
and fossilized arteries of an inverted heart
in pain then shattered.

There is no picking up the splinters
nothing will mend me now.

Deep wounds bleed in obsidian hail
but not enough to **** me.

Take cover, leave me breathing shallow 
for weak, I settle in what matters;
you named the skies as my abode
the limits of a heart on fire.

The mind dressed vain
in your eyes' desire (peerless, undeniable)
and they are mirrors now, exhaling my only shadow.

Taking the whole and the unbroken
I cannot help it and I smile.