This long time spent in conspicuous proximity to a fallen star has left me with a powerful thirst for glittering gold and unabashed black days.
Moans and snakes of lost paths force me into binding agreements better left to those who care. Shadows in the woods covered my face and let me know how it feels to be in the underbrush and rotting. A sweet oblivious carnage of ravenous microcosms.
Lock me up now in this straight-jacketed lust. Broken promises and fractured spine. In traction at the thought of less. Fate just another four letter word in this ocean of doubt and remorse.
And you motioned to me in the early morning darkness that it was time.
Time for me to bleed and for you to go.
All night, these bruises left to my own devices. Clotting and pressuring me to just roll over and call it a night.
I don't need to imagine you now. I still see you on my skin. Passion gripped and sinking in.
Sleep reaching with its yellow claws to pull me under once again. This all night thing bursting pr