Blood red is the shadow round your eyes
as you look out on dying skies...
.
In between elastic ticks...
Our evening walks on haunted trails
Where lies a ghostly mystery...
Twisted words writhe
like a sack full...
Suffering pictures bleed black and white,
Visions now ebb from waking sight...
She existed only in the imagination,
Of the one hundred thousand dead...
These diamond tears flush dreams of love away
Betrayal but a tea that burns my tongue...
White feathers, whisky and the sound of heaven,
Bluebirds, silk and cheap perfume...
Footsteps where they should not be.
Is this, in fact, insanity...
I knew addiction
the day I struggled to log...
You stole my
innocence...
Once, after the longest day of numeric chatter, to...
I find solace in a cushioned air-loom of silver...