Ingesting the fumes, this tiny room
Poison to all but me, I breathe and complete
My work, draw colors from her negatives
Kiss her still chemical lips
Remember a time when this wasn't
As real as she gets
I hang her canvas on the walls, half finished
Brushstrokes, schizophrenic blank spaces dance
Between them, pour liquour into wineglasses
Miss her hazy intoxications
Remember a time when I didn't need to drink
To feel like this
Infatuated with the dead, we obsess over every breath
They don't spill, wander through days
Burdened with the weight of her absence
Her death, my passion, her last breath, the last moment
I felt anything, now something less
Than living, a stubborn heartbeat more
Than I need to be, without my muse
My closest views, now hidden beneath
The earth that covers my dreams
The stone that cuts to the seams
My resistance, she used to be the only subsistence
I needed, now I'm breathing in her
Discarded works, seething at this heartless world
Whose deprivation has become
My isolation
Tell me I'll move on, one more time
And I just might, wish you all goodnight
Depart to find the only eyes
That ever saw me.
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