Fading stars cloak the blistered midnight skyline,
whilst burning embers of a whistling fire swirl mournfully
in the impending winter winds.
Alabaster flakes drift, creating dunes along the receding shoreline.
I lay between long-forgotten beach bones,
memento mori.
Breath catches in my throat,
and all the while, I press my cyanotic fingers against the crumbling relics,
tracing what was once porcelain life,
now abandoned, left to decay with the sands of time,
as soon I, too, will become lost in this bleached necropolis.
Drowned by the fears of being criticized
Pulled in the earth's inner core
Tied with the mighty chain
Unto the rock unbroken by the mightiest power
Cyanotic, hematoma: they're the foreign objects
That dared to enter my eyes
Forcing these salty liquid out
Forming these nightmares even at daybright
I used to hate isolation, I used to love socialization
But what can i do? your sword had reached my sterile heart
Sword full of microbes infecting every tissue of my very treasure
The only treasure descended from my roots
I now congratulate you! you won!
Now the fight's between you and you alone
You leave me cutting my carotid artery,
Now I leave you deal with your greatest enemy: your Conscience
Listening to the Blues on this cerulean night,
my mood dark with visions of ecchymotic dreams
leaving chalybeous bruises in my crazed mind.
I waited for the turquoise twinkle in your smiling azure eyes
to soothe the despondent indigo thoughts I'm feeling.
Like a vitreous vapor I could feel you, but you did not appear.
I guess your cold cyaneous attitude shouldn't surprise me,
it's what I deserve, after leaving your beautiful mind filled
with empty, brooding, questioning, mazarine emotions.
Now I sit here alone watching the aqua liquid of your cocktail
throwing slowly fading teal reflections on a crinkled napkin
as the argon Curacao sign blinks lonely above the empty bar.
Liquid slowly pools in the corner of my cesious eyes.
You used to call them your sapphire visions into my soul,
now they're just old and faded like our cyanotic love affair.
It seems you have finally had enough of my broody blue moods.
I don't blame you, they've cost me more than just you in my life,
as for now I'll just wait in my livid sorrow and listen to the lonely Blues.
02/28/16
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