the cool hard tiles
in the shower
    mixed
   with the
          sinking
    trace that
i have of her. water
water
             water
       rolling along
   in streams
blending with
             my blood
           and
  gore
      and
         tears
      tears
                  tears
       infused
    with
         sour salt
                                and
        bitter thoughts
she  n e v e r

       came back

    so did her

                           p r o m i s e s

her lips tasted of
champagne
and cherries
smudged by
someone else's
tongue;
                but i kissed
                my death
                and demise
                because of
                l o v e

our *******
on screen
was never
forseen as a
seed of
a
scarlet
rose beneath the
sea of spines
nonetheless
    w e
              a r e
  h e r e

d y i n g
seems like
the greatest
perhaps, the
eventual epitome
of the finest
taste of ecstacy,
if you'd be
allocated
this slice
of heaven
with
m e

we live in
a world of
   utter
        d e s o l a t i o n,
yet we still find
  ourselves falling
       down to the
      high
crests and
          pitted
waves
        of the
             o c e a n
    just
to swim for
   the bliss
that
            l i f e
   makes us
believe
          it has
    to
                o f f e r

trapped
suffocated
smothered

in these four *******
w a l l s
that i call

s e l f

the sky offers a
peculiar comrade,
with differing
evanescence and
diaphaneity,
offering such
steadfast dependence
and fervour

                    imperfect
         uncertain
                            alone