When the morning comes and the
sunlight opens its bright dimensions
inside my veins, all the tears that I've
shed over your fadeaway world will
be nonexistent.  I don't know why I
allow your love to disentangle my mind,
how its destructive vowels intensify
and explode in the most despicable
ways, how my lifeless eyes are grey
and drained, stained and changing,
drowning and dying, a scarred shape
sinking under bursting volcanoes.  
I'm so done with the consistent
arguing, the slanted diction rising
and falling, falling and rising.
so confused and creeping in slippery
mud.  What is it about your dangerous
passion that keeps me lingering inside
your existence, the good times that
shifts into damaged affection,
how every warm sensation falls
apart and shatters in the dark,
how the trees shake their leaves
in disgrace, a splitting state stabbing
my soul in the dreary air.
My thoughts are drifting in itself,
and I'm afraid that I can no longer
carry on inside slammed snapshot
world.  I'm all cried out my love
and my heart can't take another
brutal beating by the hands of
your smashed kingdom.