Saboteur

saboteur lying in wait in the camouflage of my unsure intentions acrid ants of doubt run amok in black swarms of errant motion fixed wings impaled by pins of lies goodbyes and busted dreams oh when did I fall and forget to get up how far did I go before I forgot is she in the pale reaching into the void only to find me adrift with shame by my side and a bottle of confusion along for the ride the saboteur smiles in deft illusion yesterday and tomorrow struggling in fusion lovus interuptus the most horrible of intrusions what’s done has morphed into painful protrusion and what of my vision of pure virgin white stained by deception deconstructed in one night left old and stumbling on the precipice of fright frantically searching to make it right