I lie sadly broken upon the dark crimson mast of
your rampant desire for our untimely demise as the
greasy black smoke of our inglorious end curls lazily
above the fiery funeral pyre of our love leaving me to
writhe painfully in the horrible torment of its ghostly
memories as it crushes my once joyous spirit with the
mighty hammer of your ferocious disdain.
Donavon Scott Vinson