This is a disaster
An utter mess...

Last night your heart was exposed
with loving words perfectly composed...

Standing at the crossroads; peering at four...
Do these separate paths end where blue sky kisses...

Little boy with the plastic gun,
Have you come to shed some light...

Your voice intoxicates me like sweet liquor...
And my soul just can't filter your beautiful...

He left cherry blossom petals on my pillow.
And whispered soft songs in my ear to welcome...

Tonight I'm the disease keeping you weak.
And I won't stop until I devour everything within...

This narrative poem is inspired by Anne Rice's...

To the world he was mister invisible, but she saw...
Staring with flushed cheeks and a butterfly ballet...

I shall linger here in this cemetery.
Just once more to grieve...

I'm sinking in the sands of weariness
It said this was the only path to solace...

Drunken with desire
You've lit the sacrifical pyre...