The sin
that stains
our bed.

the innocence
burnt from
our amber eyes.

naked
half dreams
now
burrowed
inside
my soul.


It is a

tomb to you

that I

now live in.

I am
like a
a delinquent
child
running
mad in my

head begging

for the hungry

hounds to

devour me

and get

their fill.


a next neighbor
closes his

bedroom window

in regret

and draws his

shades to sorrow.


he  plays
judge and jury
to the
night's
unrest.

and the
verdict is in.

he knows it

I know it.


I have
lost you.

and the
key has
been
thrown

into  the
deepest
of places.

not to
be found.

or to be
ever heard

from again.