Only Alive In Death
for I am only alive in death,
and you will always be my final breath...
moon dust piles against my pane,
now only heartache and woe can remain-
for this love has died in vain,
and I am a messy pile of incompleteness,
remembering the touches of sweetness-
oh, the wasted pain
of a woman with nothing to gain.
tremors in silence,
all the abstract violence-
driving me to sexual profanity,
lost in obscure insanity.
my head would float away
if my lungs didn't feel so heavy-
I keep waiting for that final day
you come and rescue me-
can't you see?
abbreviated smiles cause chills,
a spine without a fever of thrills,
I shall follow you until,
there is no more water in the reverie,
waking up in solitude's desire,
caught in hell's ignited fire-
I fear the worst,
death has come first,
as this dementia shall transpire.
complicated and hated,
living a life of remorse; faded-
alleviated no more...
behind the closed door.
January 10th, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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