In a collision of ecstasy
I smoke my flesh.
I leak the blood of another
and it’s nothing to me.
I crave the contact.
I crave the fluid.
And then I spill it to you
on the page
in my ink blotted stains
I spill.
As the sirens and vixens
call out my name
urging me to try their new drug.
I need a new addiction.
I long to be addicted.
I seek out an immediate pleasure
that I alone control.
I want to bleed and stain my world a crimson that only I can create.
The lights. The sounds.
I can feel your happiness and your worry running through
my veins. I feel you in this Irish air, taunting me almost
as if you’re here.
I fly. I spread my wings and you’re my wind. You’re in the lights
and in the sounds. I wear your identity around my neck,
and look towards somewhere over the rainbow.
This is where you lay, watching and waiting
for me to find my way without you here in this life anymore.
I miss your life
the energy you once left
lingering in space, is gone.
It is fluid now
as it brushes on my cheeks
it wipes away the sins
and tells me it’s okay to live.
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