Who put blood in the water I drink
What stains the windows with burning rain
Peering through drunken eyes into the darkness
Vines climbing out of the dampened ruins of my crypt
Her corpse, the naked leftovers of desire
Still breathes heavy on the cold floor of spent passion
And I am nothing more than the charred embers of a man
Burned alive against the wall of his lust
What creatures will scavenge through our residue
Or fly through the stale air of our dead sighs
Or crawl over our mortal remains
Reeking with the stench of lost dreams
Somewhere in the shadows of a decrepit church
Haunted by two sentimental souls
Is a crime scene graffitied with near silent screams
Like two eggs cracked open in a bowl
©06.09.2018 ebn
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