our love was formed

under the cover of fallen angels’ wings

it was ashes before

it ever hit the ground.

the rain, the rain

comes down and down,

a killer’s heart

is bound and drowned.

and even on the most brilliant of days

there hangs a sullen haze

over the beauty of all the world.

poetic words,

and my red love unfurled.

the euphoria faded long ago,

with the last intake of violent air.

all that’s left of our ancient love,

is emaciated and pallid,

cold, dead and decayed.

and I wish you never would have stayed.