Jaded Reflections

Moments clutching onto time,
As the seconds heartlessly tick away;
Memories floating upon frail wings of wind,
Not allowing oblivious forgetfulness, for not a minute, not an hour, not a day;

Torn, swaying between two worlds,
The anguish of this never-ending tormenting reverie;
Addicted to the taste of the enslaving torture,
Intoxication of that deceptive smile, sweet tears, the pricking irony;

Whispering, music to my ears,
The throbbing of blood creeping through the blackened veins;
My soul dancing upon its grave,
Trampling and tearing down, shriveled petals, hiding thorns beneath, wreaking pain;

Will to lead the life of a corpse?
It is not thy time yet;
Oh why does thy heart call upon me so often?
Cried the angel of death;

You remind me of how I feel around him,
I look back with drunken eyes, pouring within;
My chest heaves, struggling, being engulfed by the overpowering presence,
The caressing touch of intimacy, burning on my skin;

The intoxication fading into a numbing slumber,
I was silently left alone, once again at the hands of my fate;
Beneath a weeping, wounded, scarlet sky,
I lay upon my moist bed of tales, of love, and of hate...