An unwavering temptress,
A simple flower,
Made with rain from thunderous showers.
Tying off in the dim kerosene glow,
Despondence heightened by the falling snow.
Pilfering all I can scrounge.
Eager to hawk an heirloom,
Under the cover of a sullen moon.
Powder or tar
Either way, you’re never far.
I draw you back,
And I push you in.
While my friends sit back, to watch me sin.
You’ve lent me ecstasy,
through the prick of a pin.
Tis time for me to go.
Away from your darkness,
Far away to someplace you can never go.
A basilica erected for the apathetic and jaded aesthete.
A shrine of rumination and light, adequately complete.
Do not fret my decrepit adherent,
My liberation is no longer a pipe dream.
An apparition, abscond in the darkening eventide.
I still think of us, from time to time.