It's too late to clean the stains
on the window or darn the holes...
I shall not think of you
as a lunar creature or forgive you...
My memories are my trauma.
My heart is my endless suffering...
When our hearts were dancing
The souls of evening soared...
Rose petals decay on the bed we once loved in.
The once open windows dark with cobwebs...
My love for you is what kept me going
Anything you wanted or needed...
...a maelstrom
curses...
My heart, on a platter before you
Pain I have, I wish you knew...
My dark days might be like yours
I lock myself in my room...
I am poisen.
I tear women down and ruin mens' hearts...
I suppose your phantom will eventually seize me,
whether it may be at the trains of midnight...
August 10th 1999
3.04 am...