Romance Is a Beautiful Pain

Another long night ahead, into the creeping dawn. Consumed with literary prowess screaming expletives behind my eyes, Lit solely under humming tungsten vibes, worlds collide with brillant violence. Seeking sweet serenity of all possiblities; lay me asunder in the wake of some distant paradise, These words I slam through keyboard's futility, breaking this heart shard by shard. Emotions spill through electric oceans of cyberspaced souls, drawn inward to a flame, And somewhere, I know you feel this thrumming desire burning outta control, Weary with these old stories, but I cant leave the venom of your long gone touch. Gotta be honest; I love a good lust now and then, but the sins cut deeper now and my bloods' running thin. Still, I'll keep those letters close, like a junkie seeks out his fix in some holy, depraved plight. It'll make a good story for the poetry boards, even though I'm not that hard up for material, Through life, you're the thorn of pleasure in my side; tired of sowing up the wounds, This is the stuff that fantasies are made of; Rocketing towards certain oblivion and loving the ride, Plummeting back to earth full force with requiem for starting over, but the deck is set in stone. Am I bullshitting myself again, or are we searching for excuses to light the ashes? One last kiss then babe, and don't f***ing hold out on me. One for the road of no return...... Close the book.