Necrophilia 2

Awoken I lay in noctambulant despair
a doll crammed into a box devoid of air
arms folded resigned to a solemn stance
my hymenopterous spirit feigned no trance
in descendent amorousity to all that had been
a harbinger of this earthly dirt covered dream
the heyday of which rose in holoblastic separation
as hemocytic as all that uncovered the desperation
here in putrefactive and pretensive postponement
in so sanguine a sanitarium hellbent on atonement
my brain was paretic with paronymous refrainment
a pate that congealed in such gelid containment
analogous to an oppobrious brainchild of mercurial mien
smeared on charred toast so hemmorragic and clean
waiting to be consumed in patulous correspondence
by a pageantry peddled in pallid preponderance
so morbid and frivolous the capacitant destination
descendent and sinking to atraxic desperation
diadromous in needing a tranquil absorption
away from my final vision quest of contortions
my love was but a solemn spectre so dicrotic
a man who had once only lived in my mind so necrotic
pendicular to a penchant for a passalong decree
I begged for his essence to surround my sunken pleas
so lowborn a canopy patchworked with paregoria
the absence of him was no sanctuary in euphoria
I finagled him into being in a bloated attempt
at a migration unworthy of diacritical disintent
in a witless regathering I tried to reach for his hand
but it would not move in this altruistic remand
my faculties were stoned by archaebacterium
in my atraxia I saw him in my sacrosanct diptherium
perchance to an altruistic apotheosis of a dream
his eyes that burned holes in my unfelicitous scream
unheard I sank like hardtack in a passalong scheme
as I viewed him my spectre to never come clean
my chest paralytic with unoxygenated stasis I stargazed
he uttered no words then disappeared into the haze...