On the plate, on the table
The spoon boils as the fork dances
around a ring of Green Fire.
Leave me alone. Allow me falter on these
icy steps, alone. I need to be left to suffer, alone.
In this cell…in this cube…my only sanctuary is
insanity (bred upon my lonely life).
I hold onto her as my life depends on
How is the forest helping the rain?
How does this Death benefit from this life?
Will this self-incarceration destroy my mind?
Confusing cascading mountain-top views. Eloping to
a snowy fantasy. Just you and I…Making love
until the rays of the sun peep in through silver blinds.
I love you.
Give me some truth, oh powerful one. Tell me that
I am not worth a fuck.
Go ahead…Tell Me!