Lovelorn

Catatonically, I’m fretting the vanishing point of what I assumed as my sanity,

Long since lost among the caress of her waves, an Ark bound to nihility

Shipwrecked in the zenith, deadened again in the chasm beneath her grin

Alas, Forty-Five, as the percentage of pupil dilation,

Became millimeters of a barrel, in this suicidal situation

As I hold the world in my head hostage,

Lest the core of my fantasies not be manifested

For love swells within me, as it’s chrysalis, shedding a straight jacket

And these white walls, ever-black: clad in a masochistic affliction

This orthodox valediction’ll be the spill canvased revision

An offering, melodically igniting the Siren’s siege of reciprocation

Amidst the inflection, limitations choreographically collapse

Withering, fading furthermore yonder lord Saturn’s grasp

So I’m loading the idea of her love into this gun,

So I can blow a hole into my sternum,

Thus, creating the entrance to our new home

Where we will coalesce furthermore into delirium

Her body was the shrine, where I’d often gone to die inside,

Emitting fallen dreams from the crown of my orange mind,

Baited by an idea of a heart sewn with symmetry unto mine,

And by the hook of a false sense of viridescence, I was incarnadined,

As I was reeled in till the midst of two mounds upon a fleshly shoreline,

Electromagnetically pulling me closer tempting my infinities

The girl of my dreams became more than she seemed,

Like a Lilith encased in the shell of my Eve,

She would give me blue butterflies,

And in slipknots, my stomach was tied