I made diamonds from my agony
With heat and vile suppression
Forsaking my soul for stoicism
And now, a price for my bisection
This unbidden dei
Like razors in my head
Every time that I seethe
He takes another breath
Chunks of me erode
And in place, his form is left
Alabaster hate god
Of my living death
At the waterline, I came here like a spirit,
mixed in with and indistinguishable from the fog. I came to find you so we could drown the doubt in your heart.
But you said “better the devil you know, than a god who can’t hear you crying”
I stare at the water How many of god’s tears already fill our oceans
Sorrow for our folly.
If you ask me my name, maybe I’ll remember, you changed me from a willing friend
To a bullet in a revolver.
A moth bludgeons its life
Against the muted glow of a sodium lamp
In the cascading dust from its wings
A million worlds
In swirling eddies
I’m lost in nano-scopic cataclysms
This is sleight-of-hand
On an atomic scale
As I lean on the fifth dimension
And waltz slowly with the ether
I romance the detail in the devil
I was mired in a reflecting pool
Forcing epiphanies to the surface
Watching them gasp
They wouldn’t galvanize
In their composition
They emerged paralyzed
Bled of all consecration
How long did I wait for you here?
Nursing pneumonic abstraction?
How did you make my blood run clear?
I can sense my spirit’s new inflection.
All the thoughts of my spectrum
Focused through this prism
What more could a Muse Mean?
When they speak to you, for you.
Death follows like a drag racer
I reach out and the reaper uses his light touch
We lay waste.
What is this hold I have over myself?
I know the cause…
I summoned my rage, cold and dead
jerking around in its hole