Temerate

Turning back on what you see,

Temerating all your vows to me.

Standing, stranded in your hate,

Waiting for it to abate.

Finding, as you cast your eyes

Upon the product of your lies,

That misery from the fallen streams.

This face will surely haunt your dreams.

Mitescent

Passion, so sweet

In small amounts,

Drained me

From the doses of

Those faded days,

And now I find

It's time to

Change and

Recharge.

My mitescent mood,

A peaceful dream

After so long spent

At each extreme,

Guides me into this

Next phase

And holds sway

Over my

Logically informed

Decisions.

I face the oncoming

Months with ardor.

An excitement

At the waiting calm

With no storm

To follow,

At least none

That I can

Perceive.

Fester and burn,

Like the movie we watch

While trees split

In the wind

Without making a sound.

Smoke seeps through the cracks

And plastic melts,

Leaving its horrible stench

On my clothes,

Lying tracks down my spine

With touches of pins and needles

That should be cleaned,

And in the background

Life's anthem plays.

You never sleep, sweet.

Just watch me lie,

Oh, watch me die.

You tangle your fingers

Through my silky wheat hair.

Tear,

Pull like nothing's there.

'til I'm apart, bleeding, and rare.

Why won't you sleep, sweet?

Don't watch me lie.

Don't watch me die.