I fell asleep with my eyes wide open, drying from the outside in, craving another’s blood or the excuse of such occluded love. My threshold was dabbed with an invisible crayon, the same splinter you’d chew on when something wasn’t right. I drew the line; the heights to which I’d jump from this – now even I forget where I stand. You’re circling in front of me and you think it’s alright because I’m not aware. I feel you move, I see what I had always imagined it to be. You’re much less lovely now, and I’ve chosen to disappear.

I would ask you to kiss me but my lips offer security, no more. They are the mechanical waste vials that collect and dump tears; they’re the sickening sneer that bites and smiles between every cough; your every wheeze. With love separate from your life stream, we’ve struck a plateau and I’m setting up base to terminate the weak. You can keep on dancing if you think you’ll stumble your way to heaven. You can keep on moaning your mating call in death. Please don’t reach for me; I’ll only stare through to some other, deemphasized you.

But only time is against me now, skin against rotting skin, a heartbeat that begs to palpitate its way to exhaustion. The viability floating in me, the ring of pink careening my lips, soon to peak, shameful lies bleeding mystique, from that instant you were once my own. I drew the line; the heights to which I’d jump from this – now even I lack the motivation to stand. My eyes have lost their color and my lashes lace this marbled floor. I tried to show you love between the distain and the pleasance of living for, fighting for; now dying for that something, more.