He was the dark, as it usually goes.

She was the light, but not her own.

He begged for her body, but not her heart.

She longed to be his, his tasteless art.

He smoked in his free time, and slept on the clock.

She dreamed of his lips, and yearned for the shock.

He wasted his life, and to no avail.

She lived it for him, and to her he assailed. 

Alone in the dark, she searched for a sign,

That he would be hers, until the end of time.

But when light met dark, the world submersed,

Those who were best, at being the worst. 

Waking up in a room

That feels like

A tomb

Questioning

Whether or not

Nietzsche

Was right

About God being

Dead

In a bed

Next to

The woman

You love

Whom you have chosen

Again

& again

Asleep

Dreaming

Her own dream

In the stillness

Of a new day

In a body that moves the way

The sky breathes

Remembering

Our lives

Before we had

Names

WHERE IT RAINS

Where it rains

is where no one knows.

It's hard to reveal its secrets.

It's always dark

but full of life,

It's a place of magic.

All the glistening

through the light

of a thousand stars,

But people still wonder

where it rains ...

Take me down to the inferno

slip in the needle and dilute

my venom veins ...

My crawl is silent

my bite is soft ...

I weave my web with

innocent souls.

I'll dig you up from dirt

I'll drag you down from clouds

I'll spit, spin and grin ...

while I watch my love fester,

your exposed skin will rot.

Gaping wounds will grow

maggots will feed and find

comfort ...

I'm not insane

I'm toxic ...

(grin)