my faulty
intuition
is a needy
little whore
chasing
phantasms
where only
shadows exist

the totality
in obsessive
undertones
leaves clutching
the barbed agony
of apathetic
dissonance
a prison of
monochromatic
painblossoms
set to binaural
technicolor
symphonies which
whisper of all
the things
i must never
allow myself even
a dreamsliver of

or i will
fall once again
downdowndown
into the hell
of being nothing
while desperately
wishing i had
half the substance
of the fucking cunt
who will hold
your perfect heart

when the love
extinguishes from
her empty gaze
stars falling
to leave a
crater where
i once stood