the haunting.

phantom feelings
/future memories
/slivers of time

lost and unlocked,
haunt me

implications of language.

My words burn, spewing lava.
The implications of language;
speaking in tongues, I'm
sending secret incantations your way.
(second degree burns)

strange desire.

This city’s growing jungles in my eyes
as my feverlust intensifies.

Lay down for me.

I’m the product of my impatience,
approaching heaven,
and I’m on the hunt again.
I’ll simply destroy you.

This city will be ash in the wake of your destruction.

communion.

You’re speaking in tongues again,
or maybe that’s me
defying the defined and fleeing sanity.
I’ve been communing with the dead
and we all seem to agree:
I’m not really sleeping.
I’ve carved a nest for myself
in your hallowed tree, and now
I’m waiting for the weather to forsake me.
You’ve never been on your own long
so you take in stride my every absurdity.

There’s a spark in your eyes tempting me.

crystal eyes.

Sometimes even destruction
is an act of love,
you spew as you
crystalize my insides.
You make it rain diamonds
and I’m afraid to blink.

clean.

Your sweetness is lost on me.
I'm used to
the soot we spill
and the bile
we pass back and forth
between our dirty mouths.

But
your mouth always seems so clean
at the end.

quicksand.

Her skin
speaks to me without words
and she
plays me like a piano.

Her eyes
are flames that scorch my skin,
roast my insides.

She is death
and
I am dying
and
she becomes me.

Innocence in hand,
I'm racing to the bottom of her quicksand.
I feel it slipping between my fingers.

flat enchantments.

Suddenly dispossessed,
you don’t wanna read minds.
What you saw in me so dark,
together we crossed a sacred line.
Mumbling spells under your breath,
but I won’t pretend this time.
When your enchantments fall flat,
I won’t tell you my crimes.

Theseus' ship.

Sweat and tears wasted on
youthful indiscretions,
unnecessary devastation.
This blood on my hands is my own!

I'm a sinking ship, here I go:
my unwavering affinity
for treachery leaves me
ever so lost at sea.
But I swear, there's
virtue in this self defeat!

I'm flying black sails forevermore.

the monolith.

I've been skeptical of your invasion
since day one.
Maybe I'm the real intruder, and
there's divinity in the mystery of
our misery.

I've been dreaming of you
one letter at a time.

Tell me what this means:
We met at the monolith
then went our separate ways
forever.
Your tears were gone and
you were holding your own hands,
reaching out for me.

I haven't seen the moon since
that night I
plucked it from the sky.

What have I done this time?