we fill ourselves with each other
and as we drown utter curses between us
we push each other away further
and lament of distance and of trust
we slash our wrists in muted pleasure
and despair of blades that rust
still we cling so desperately to forever
to a love that will never last

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perhaps due to the insignificance
of my fluctuating existence
it seemed harder to return your love;
to shower you with what you deserve
and though for us the stars won't align
my destiny is yours as yours is mine
till our moons crumble inexorably to dust
our splintered hearts wander the Milky way
blindly, aimlessly proving fate just
right up to the point of impending decay

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i lay awake
listening to the demons—
they sing me lullabies
of regret and of blame
my heart and soul
they are synced to the rhythm
of this tune of deceit
the drumming beat etches
itself into the root of my mind
i am swayed
by the haunting notes of
their dangerous melody
a low baroque
flowing chords that run
smooth along my sorrow
breathless—
i forget the reason
to my existence
(was there even one?)
disoriented—
my lips part to
join them in their song

- - -

slip the needle into my vein
i'd close my eyes and let you reign
the cool of metal etched between
a pain more delicious than sin
inject the cyanide dose by dose
remember the highs and lows
and with a smile i'd beckon you near
i'd use my last breath to call you "dear"

- - -

dreams with blistered fingertips
and a marathon without an end
the sweetness of crushed grapes on lips
or knights with no one to defend
i see an eye with euphoria ripped
from an empty soul unworthy to mend
from the moment the hourglass flips
my sanity drowns in the trickling sand

- - -

a constant incessant whisper that
echoes hard within;
your hollowed, hazy muddled skull
finds no reason to defy
a voice as hoarse as a crackling storm,
of waves crashing against jagged shores
it bids you eternal farewell—
alas, you are asleep

your eyelids open to grainy light
your head is overwhelmed
still by them demon knights;
your expectant, eager fingertips
reach out for what is no longer there—
confusion rattles against barred cages,
the frowns set deep in stone

don't cry, sweet love
what comes and goes
your life throbs faintly yet
lift your wrist and a feathered quill
pen your goodbyes to salvation
over your pulse—
(yes i can hear them still)
to that lonely breeze
over the next monsoon

- - -

she's fallen for a liar
she's walking on thin wire
yet she tries to reach up higher
her steel courage you admire
you've seen her braving fire
from december to december
so why don't you spare a thought for her
and give in to desire?

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