moments
of Medusa's eyes

visions hardening
then crumbling
whilst still distracted
by the unwaivering allure
of come-hither eyes

oblivious to the dire
realm of quickly evaporating reality
left with thoughts, though
no choice but to revel
in the vampiric kiss
of a beautiful apocalypse

finding only empty castles
void of jest and princess alike
not lonely, but alone
crowned king
of thoughts already spoken
and days already dead.

I stand beneath a cosmic sky
Looking out in a deep blue future with you
I wait, with baited breath, for the splendor
To melt away, to dissolve like sugar:
Crystals going from starry white to
(****!) utterly invisible

I grandly proclaim that I love your soul
That you were meant for me!
But how do I claim to know?
Me, who was never lucky in love,
How could I claim to know such a thing?

Yet, I do know this: that your soul and mine
Were connected in some other time,
In some other world, a place or a cosmos before
I hope we will be connected after,
When things change and time melts away
And the blackness engulfs us both

I hope to always be with you.
Even if it’s just your particles and my particles
Stirring in the dense, dark skies beside each other.
Even if we both turn to piles of dirt right on top
Of one another. I hope that our love creates something
Thick and heavy that cannot simply dissolve.