Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Her Black Fantasies Give Way
I've seen her soul,
An obsidian vortex
Sucking up happiness
And piercing it with
Vile and vivid gluttony.
Hatred and jealousy
Betrothed, to give birth
To lurid fantasies
Of gobbling up the
Asphyxiated truth.
Selling placebos
To the slowly dying,
Promising to corrode
The festering pain;
The black disease,
Crumbling souls less
Fine than hers.
Lightly, her tears fall.
Betrayal, loneliness,
She makes a quilt of grief
To shelter her fading pulse.
I retaliate, I'm complete.
I walk away with a
Resounding sigh of relief.
Like a slit vein,
The relationship is severed.
The pressure off my throat,
My lungs not so compressed,
I can finally breathe again.
9-3-10
An obsidian vortex
Sucking up happiness
And piercing it with
Vile and vivid gluttony.
Hatred and jealousy
Betrothed, to give birth
To lurid fantasies
Of gobbling up the
Asphyxiated truth.
Selling placebos
To the slowly dying,
Promising to corrode
The festering pain;
The black disease,
Crumbling souls less
Fine than hers.
Lightly, her tears fall.
Betrayal, loneliness,
She makes a quilt of grief
To shelter her fading pulse.
I retaliate, I'm complete.
I walk away with a
Resounding sigh of relief.
Like a slit vein,
The relationship is severed.
The pressure off my throat,
My lungs not so compressed,
I can finally breathe again.
9-3-10
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Her Black Fantasies Give Way
Her Black Fantasies Give Way
