All these human things I feel,
They scratch and scrape at me
Like dogs clawing on the door.

I dive into this orchestra of wind and rain:
Who or what else could so adequately capture
The thudding emotions and the blood in my ears?

I push them away,
Like you pushed me away.
My hands are pressing up against the walls,
Chalk-white and crisp like candy cigarettes.

Break, break, away.
They tumble down the stairs
(A stained-glass mosaic of the face of a girl
With long black hair and jeweled eyes),
And shatter and coagulate like the blood on my mirror.

Tonight the stars rain down their silver fire like bullets of mercury,
And it will eat through your skin,
Your blood and flesh will drip, drip, drip down your back and your legs.
Will you then see your own fragility,
And awaken to my own?

My eyes are hollowed out and filled with coal
And they now burn like cigarettes in the darkness.
And my heart is broken,
Blood and water spilling out my mouth because
My tears of acid were never enough.

The wolves are howling outside my door.
You watch from your cloud, smiling your Cheshire-cat-grin
Through the crescent-shaped moon, now falling down
Because it could not support you.

You burn and hiss as you land on my outstretched arms
Peeling away the scars and scabs of ages.
Throughout the whole history of God,
Never have I been cleansed like this.

I dive into the ocean,
Molten silver liquid floating atop its black surface like oil.
And there I burn, each layer disappearing;
I scream in agony and bliss,
Better than any physical pleasure I have ever known;

I choke on salt and seaweed, dying and drowning,
Burning and sinking,
And as I fall away,
The stars still sparkle and shine,
And you stand upon a cliff engulfed in fire,
I curse you with torment for the rest of eternity,
Spent the way I spent it,
Hiding away like a worm in the holes in the brick on my doorstep.