Petals on the floor,

Slipped from the evergushing flow of blood through my veins,

That pounded when I saw her standing there,

In front of me,

Seducing me with her breath, succumbing me to her tainted temptation,

Her illusion of what she called love but what was really only,

The splatters of my heart,

Dripping from my hands to the floor.

Only fools played this game.

I was so much more.



Lay down soft with those hazel eyes,

Darling beauty, darling true,

And let me paint you like the skies,

For my tainted brush sees none but you.

Violet red and indigo blue,

In different lights of different moons,

All forms of your beauty in different hue,

Engrave my heart with words I do swoon.

Exorcise my demons, battle my sin,

Conquer my mind with glances you infuse,

Your treacherous words nourish my corrupted skin,

And heed my thoughts of tireless abuse.

Darling beauty, darling of mine,

With your heavenly breath of death and sky,

Paint me under a million stars as they do shine,

And sing a sweet tune of my eternal lullaby.

Feed me shelter from those angelic lips,

And encourage calloused hands to portray your fortuitous glory,

Drink my command and pose under an auspicious eclipse,

So I may draw you with my own, fingertips most unworthy.

Sing me a tune of disobedience and pain,

And your eyes will alight with ghastly fire,

For you are my own warming sun and drizzling rain,

And inconstant weather you bring my mind to inspire.

Devil by day, Angel by night,

Wings with wind of impenetrable duress,

Under pale moonlight and flickering stars,

You become my unyielding Goddess.

Sweetheart of wonder with tears of wine,

That tempts my heart with love I diffuse,

Below light of night, grace my lustreless shrine,

And succumb to become, my adored swain, my beloved muse.

It's golden and shines in the air of prosper and life. Tired eyes with auspicious smiles stare down at you. You can't smile back. Not yet - you don't know how.

Your knees land their first fall. You've failed to walk. Too young to know wrong. Disappointment. You stand again. Those felicitous smiles of the giants stalking you never waver.

Your first heartbreak. It seeps into your pores like ink you never washed away. Rejection feels heavy on your tongue. On your soul. You swallow. It's faded. It never goes away.

You take your first train ride. Back to your new apartment where you live alone. Your eyes are surrounded by fatigue from the stress of the day. Weighing you down. Your attempt at a moment of respite is broken by the black-horned beasts spitting venom over the fragility of your mind.

You're alone again. The alcohol in the back of the cupboard whispers your name in sequacious syllables. A vindictive numbness consumes you. Panic maximises the proximity of your walls. In vastness, you shrink.

Darkness.

You weep.

You sob.

No one is smiling at you now.

You take a breath.

A part of you hopes it's your last one.