Disintegration (Of Autumn's Fair Lips)

***This site needs a few more categories of poetry. "Disintegration" doesn't really fit in any category; Sad poems was the best I could relate it too. In my opinion, they should add a Sad category called Regret. Which is what this poem is, or should be, about. Think before you act, people.***

It's blurring out of sight,
the faces flickering in the tinsel light.
Shadowed retention from red lipped kiss,
shallow pool of bloody bliss;
a painting of sunsets
dissolving, hiding many things,
the passionate affliction your heart forgets.

Twisted to the shape of endearing blades,
Autumn's fingertips fresh in the glades,
fallen leaves anguished scream beneath your knees
as you inhale the voluptuous breeze dancing with the trees.

Make the forest turn to wine,
narcotic seeping down your spine,
once upon a time I called you mine.

Tongue scratched upon sandpaper,
hands like stones,
breath like intoxicating vapour,
chromatic skies shining hate upon your bones.
Listen to my voice,
my tormented child's voice!

Baby boy rag doll sculpted with pins,
severing veins with comfortable grins,
take this promise for a ride,
eternally stars combust and collide;
here I am, lost inside.

So watch the valley from angel's view,
tie the flowers to your hair,
mother's gift withered with despair.
And stainless glass to glance through,
tapestry on a blindfold for the kind,
Why don't you know that you
are my mind?