My Colourless Chaos.
I beg of you.
I am no home.
Ice covers my carpets
And smoke smothers the emptiness
Cobwebs strewn like bandages over my bedsheet.
My walls; they’re a single tone of grey.
Pond water leaks from my damp
And on vinyl breathless hatred plays repeat.
I beg you.
We were not supposed to meet.
Oh no,
Don’t through will slip your fingers between my own.
The sunrise I know, beautiful and so compelling.
Morality of mine, he weeps from his wounds.
Flee.
Before you hear your jaw crumbling avidly.
Have you never gazed upon a sunset shriek?
Flee.
I’m pleading.
My knees scrape the pavement
As I beg you to walk away.
Don’t venture upon my wooden boat,
We’ll almost motionless sail sightless water.
In love most pure,
I will submerge you in myself.
I am a thousand foot deep.
Trapped.
In the chains you locked around your own wrist.
Engorged in yourself, the accidental masochist.
