My heart shattered against the cold crushed velvet dreams of death and the forbidden colors of love bleed into the heterogeneous kaleidoscope of lust and there within this river flow danced fires of you and my soul was shipwrecked and abandoned at the bottom of a stagnet sea that had once been a seemingly endless raging storm in the eye of eternal passion and I can't recall how or when but forever must have blinked and caused our dreams to crumble like the Xanadu of Kubla Khan to an unwelcome sound and in vapors and mist of dead gin and stale cigarettes
I became less than an echo
of the ghost of the remains
of the shattered heart
that still beats only for you
as I drown in an empty sea