oblivion in a smouldering ashtray~with the talented Carpe_Noctem

  
So this is what it feels like  
being played a fool  
kicked aside  
stabbed all over disregard  
et tu luna et tu  
 
Some how seems like that spark  
never existed in your head  
that picture painted  
was never enough  
just offer him up on the sacrificial altar  
 
feeling the urge to curl up into nothingness  
fade away someplace in the back of a cave  
away from prying judging eyes  
 
you cut me with not even goodbye  
a thousand cuts of betrayal  
you said you would love me until you died  
 
soulmated in the eternal  
flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood  
a piece of me withered when you pulled away  
there are no more dreams left flittering on my horizons  
only an emptiness where your soul in mine used to be  
 
finding solace within old habits  
a well meaning friend  
starts with a can then before you know how and when  
dozen bottles of bourbon lined up  
like some dyslexic forgot how to play  
ten pin  
 
Those old habits refusal to pass  
has you on a first name basis now  
that slow waltz La self destruction  
treats lined silver platters  
spoonfuls of medicine  
 
Morphine lullabies soaking in a warm tub  
restless nod  
Picasso paint this portrait how it used to be  
so tired of this dance now  
looking up at a shredded canvas  
floating back down to hit the floor
 
I'm sinkin babe don't you see?
you left me on the floor drowning in your alibis
I got my finger on the trigger...suicide
a bottle of pills calls to me
oblivion in death...maybe I'll find you there