(whilst Into the Night, As Ash)

you seemed so real; an angel, slipping down through your ring of fire whilst into the night, as ash you'd walk the winds and graze the edge -of love: dancing above me, reborn like nails sinking, straight through the coffin, into flesh; death is with me every moment that you smile and every kiss is a reminder that i'm still not alive within your grasp. stripped of your halo; still holding tight to the mess of flesh and metal skin-grafts you've applied: words endearing my heart to your brick-wall of silent indifference alas, even as i lapse from this moment to that, you still seem so real; an angel, bathed in the fire of solitude and singular wanting while the world turns its back, you take my hand; sleep-walking through the motions of a dire and delirious dance, you step upon the altar to cry out your demands