Death of Love

The sand under my feet burning bright; the sky, a black hole of Erebus; not a soul, not a whisper, a feast of jejune sight! My eyes, a saga of sadistic affairs, my lips, swollen like jellybeans; flesh in my limbs red with fire, I look and long for deathly scenes! Burning twigs light the world, while black smoke lovingly embraces- in hatred; I stay awake - a moving carcass, Love, where are you? et tu dead!