Better Days

I’ve fallen fast,

I’ve fallen

last.

I know where

mountains grow and

shadows end,

there behind

forbidden sanctuary,

deep in my cavernous

armory

of blank deceit.

I’ve starved that conversational

tick,

that frenzied bug which whispers

for faultless love,

I’ve lost my

humming senses,

that fanatical buzzard

swooping toward

wrecked prey.

Lost in

spiraling nightmares of

bliss,

eager for

the day vexing agony

would vanish.

I’ve fallen fast,

I’ve fallen

last.

I’d chase tempest

clouds and city stars

awaiting nameless things.

Like moths and monarchs

surging heartstruck

skies.

I’d sit and wait

on corroding shores-

where tides sung death

and hope sunk in

wavering depths-

finding only

scorched earth days,

devouring suppressing

malaise.

I’ve fallen fast,

I’ve fallen

last.

I’ve forgotten

your ways,

I’ve absorbed your lies.

I seek paradise...

Paradise I’ve

lost.

I’ve fallen fast...

I’ve fallen...

last.