there is only death
in these frigid walls and floors,
darkly looming in these nights
as the whispering seducer

I don't sleep for fear
of my own paranoia

there is no love in me
coyly batting her eyelashes
at this dark steed, dark eyes
the perfect cocktease

pages of science rotted
in my stomach,
my love is as eternal
as the moon
cycles

everytime I bleed
there are voicemails
of blondes screaming
and as clockwork
a week later his drunk figure
blooms at my door
with praises, daisies for
midnight hair
pearl skin
ocean eyes

I lead him into the dust
of my lust

eyes of fire
waiting waiting at me
wax hardens on my skin
I think, I long
tip,
tip the flames
just a little further
tip the flames
till I burn,
heat and burn,
glow, smoke
molten my blood
and melt
like snow into the earth