With each breath I take,
I inhale you.
With you, a world once bleak
bleeds ultraviolet.
Inside, a nothingness consumes me,
til I consume you.
The more of you I taste;
The more I must have.
I see a sparkle in your eyes,
deluding myself that it is I who changes the shape of your iris.
I look to you for love,
and you offer me another bump.

Without warning,
Your high fades,
And you leave me in our white dust,
in search of your next line.

I choose to love the men
That are so blinded by their pain that they cannot see another,
Not because of the man himself,
But because I cannot bear the sight of my own reflection.

The tree does not rot because of its essence
But because the skies
Have deprived her of their waters.
So forever shall her roots thirst;
Forever shall they reach  
For something
That only the skies could give.

Take me through the labyrinth that is your heart.
Guide me through these blackened halls with the fires of your love.
Blinded, I give myself to you.  
Speak to me in symphonies,
As you guide me through your heart.
Row me down your caverns,
And fill me with your waters.
Take my hand in yours,
As you give your heart to mine.
May our love last,
Through the eternities of time.

I am the devourer of men.

With my eyes, I hypnotize.
Behind my back,
I hold a dagger, desperate to be quenched by the blood of your suffering.

I whisper to you secrets
that all men wish to hear,
just to pull you near.

My lips seep with your elixir,
Losing control,
unable to let go,
To you, I am a desert rose.

So you let go….
Into me, you sink
As I devour your soul.

I am the deathwitch of men.
Bewitched by my beauty,
I devour your heart,
In hopes that I might find my own.

A broken dream.
A sky devoid of colors.
A soul sold to the existence of another.
A body drained of its being.
An ocean fallen to the desert sands.
A cloud fallen to the ground.
An eye that has looked too long
to the sun.
A cigarette burned too fast.
A spirit
Broken
by the nonexistence
of existence.