I loved the taste of his disregard in the morning;

It sailed through my being, leaving its hooks

To ensure that I ignored every warning

No matter how much of my mind he took.



He said “Let’s descend to our own private hell”.

Who was I to decline, with my translucent skin,

And the belief that he would serve me well

Instead of turning me to ash within?



He lit golden fires across my heart’s plains

And let their romantic lighting entrance me

As he ensured he was my only pain,

And led me to the furnace through hazy dance.



I saw the tips of my hair start to smolder

But they were not me then, and neither was I.

I felt his strong, calloused hands growing colder

As he reached for the scissors and asked me, “Why fly



Amongst planets and stars, when they fade in the light?

This silken darkness grants a long embrace

And will induct you into lasting night

Which, of course, is your predestined place.”



The top of my mind was melting down

And dripping out of my fire-crossed eyes,

And so I blindly accepted his crown

And made myself partner to all of his lies.



The floor before me is ashes and dreams

Which I speared with the hard part of my heart.

My story has lost substantial scenes

Since his cold beguilement set me apart.



I look at the ceiling before my eyes fall

Under the spell of what is now my source.

There’s nothing to do but ignore the faint call;

“This is what you swore you would never endorse.”