(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
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