-Title is temporary-
Stapled lips leave unspoken words writhing on my tongue,
Decomposing, it’s bitter taste is draining back inside my empty lungs.
Broken promises compose a lament for a slow demise.
Arms crossed, I lay cushioned in a web of all your lies.
Drowsy on an ocean floor, sore from deprivation.
Crooked windows to my lurid soul shatter in affliction.
Anchored to sink, I submerge into the absinthe,
Shipwrecked in a puddle of your everlasting absence.
Preserved in the ashes, smeared across your cheeks,
Stains in your skin rinse while my bruised heart leaks.
I suffocate in the noxious fumes of relentless doubt,
My vitality is the faint flicker of a lantern burning out.
I crumble as I fall into a puzzle with missing pieces,
Each time I’m put back together it’s a little less cohesive.
Branded into my eyelids, upon each blink I see the mess.
These scattered shards are the only thing that I have left.
Semblant winter caresses me into an eternal sleep,
Each breath trembles with the rhythm of unending sleet.
No reflections reveal the pain behind my eyes,
Liquid skies patter on the glass like existential lullabies.
I’m wrapped in the anesthetic that weaves your silhouette,
Shivers cascade down my length like the gradual burn of a cigarette.
Your mouth is moving but I can no longer hear the words.
The edges of this cold and sparse cell begin to blur.
Seduced by the fashion in which minutes corrade,
Captured through the foggy lens of dilated glades.
The light in my chest snuffs, dimming in it's atrophy,
We coalesce in ribbons of night, so ostensibly happy.
Far from reach, yet I'm eclipsed by your figure,
A dead tree in the shade left to silently wither.
Grasping back at roots as I grow towards a flat-line,
Internally charred, left to unfold on borrowed time.
Crippled brush strokes are painting in dismay,
When you look at me can't you see that we’re okay?
Turning the page to uncover how you've fallen this far,
Effusing like ink in a story but you don't look the part.
One last choice is becoming something of an addiction,
Enabled by the fact that nobody would just listen.
I’m here with you, certain that you'll be alright.
I've been here before and it won't end tonight.
A Haunting gaze reflects from every window pane,
Once vibrant days water down to a distant grey.
Antithetic tides crash in hues of marigold,
Straight across the shoreline of my broken soul.
Submerged at sea, passing thoughts are drowned.
In the hope that’s lost, in the path I’ve found.
It's taking me further away from here,
The echoes of a voice just disappear.
Secrets are peripherally cached by lunar palisades,
Striving to escape from this fragile masquerade.
Staring into the cracks of my mirror, the past has a strange face.
Covered by a pain, sewed into the damask of your embrace.
In a hesitant stride, drifting down a shallow rivulet,
Steadily flowing in calculated doses of fear and regret.
The sparkle in your eye and the energy you exude in quiet ways,
Are broken records, repeated in lesser detail as this poignant wick decays.