I killed you

aphotic black and bursts of orange

shallow grave and funfair in the clouds.

fists of blood, red burned by the darkness

emotional yo-yo.

colour and laugher and a coruscation of hope

erotic, lunging, inside i am filled

mist and bareness, lacking smiles

pouring it out, drowning, outside of my mind.

your tears; a silver string of razors

your infliction of the worst kind

yet i cannot fight.

your pain is mine, i can bear

the smothering blanket is nonbeing

yet my pain is yours, you cannot bear

for the black and the orange,

and the orange and the black

and the choking torment is a gun of wrath

your eyelids seal with infinite blame

and i cannot forget.

- 2007