Nabokov

Start with countless bottles of Alcohol,
Mix it with barbiturates,
I want to see this giant fall

Eyes Glazed over from the chemicals
isn’t it beautiful to just watch it all
crumble atop the mountain of human form
Dressed it your plastic poetry
while you loved to watch me squirm
Stall me with your witty words
until those vicious teeth behind your scowl
left bite marks deep in my soul

Why are my wrists always itching to be scratched with a razor-edged smile,
Clotting from the decadence
From her version of sweetness
dotting eyes and crossing the veins
that give me life,
blood was always my weakness

I only noticed the smoke from the crash
by my cough
so I wrote my will on the body of Christ,
Sliced my design in the aftermath
signed it with another Molotov

I never felt life so compelling....