Interior Redesign

 
This cacophony of thoughts
penetrate my core
(as I disembowel myself
on your thorn-clad
embrace) infecting
this already darkened
soul with delicious oblivion,
when velvet night brushes
fingers
along
my
spine,
skin blissfully crawls
as vestigial light
diminishes,

this baptism of dysphoria constrains
a love of the disposable,
meaningless provides the escape
of ill fated promises.