Gothic Enmity

Gothic Enmity

Tears refuse to cleanse this impure and livid enemy thriving at the edges of my heart,
seeping eggplant and burgundy remembrances of imaginary elation.

Reach out your hand and feel the stones i give,
dropped wet from my scorched and poison tongue.
Taste the confusion in this gift and digest the saccharrin sap i spill.
There is point of no return
....................with no return of love!

The way you turn and stroll away, you spit into the acid of my mind's eye.
Pause to open up your soul and let me blow into your depths.
If you strain to taste the blood you can feel the power of my words, as i've stood naked
and screaming at the top of my lungs
of tainted love that proves worthy only for indulgence of self.
I bow down at your altar
......................and vomit up my pride.

I rage and slam against the bars
of this private cage.
"Let me out or let me down!"
Down until the liquid fills my lungs and mind; easy cool black water.
Below this abstract disease of running rapid and salty vapid pain, i swallow
Approach and inspect the rope
I twist and ever twine, so tightly
circled round about my neck.
My face turns the color of taffy ash.
One final perfect turn is all i need to stop the pain!