the sleep
i so longed for
is now all
a feeble fool
is capable of
this fucking
plague burning
through me
leaves naught
but dreams in
hellish repose
ashen corspelights
waivering about
the pestilent
purgatory where
pretty poltergeists
play pandemonium
on my brittlesoul
the tongues of
lightning bloom
in an expression
of futile disdain
reaffirming sentiments
of beguiling reticence
even while suckling
on an abandonment of
homespun dreamsplinters
spitting crimson swirls
into wishing wells
filled with markers
for miracles ungranted

i am no more than
a haunted sanitarium
where madness drips
with fevered passions
a perpetual notion
machine spinning
between polarities
while the sickness
ignites bonfires of
divine misfortunes
along my shivering frame
caught in the cyclical
doom of desires draped
in a delirium of dream