When the Sun Sets and You Dream of Me

Life is a garden and
my tears jump into
the abyss.
The salty waters
of suicide
cloud its river and wind.

Life is a labyrinth
of molasses and
thorns,
and the aching
sunrise is clouded by
promiscuity.

Lie with me and
I'll die between
your legs—
I am a prince in the vice
of the peaks of your
breasts.

I know the
saccharine
decadence of your
flesh
consumes me in a
blasphemous orgy
of unity.

The night yawns as the
morning wakes;
dream a life and drink
from my blood.
Freedom is a
distant memory.

As I become your dark and
twisted fantasy—
sweet pain, my light,
my love;
a blade and a cup
will seal our bond.

Your thoughts
drown
in bliss
At the idea
of you
undressing me—sooner or
later.