Maelstroms and lightning strikes.

Maelstroms gather chaos
systematically above my exposed skin;
searching for the best vantage point to cause harm.
Lightning strikes charge thrumming smoke
with buzzing electricity,
sporadic in their threats.
Steadfastly defending me in eons of darkness;
destroying anything vaguely compassionate
that dares come close.
Come save me from this solidarity,
my viewpoint is lifeless
influenced by the angle of my noose.
A bite of an apple kissed by death,
a curse snarled from wrinkled lips,
My mind suddenly consumed by wanton abandonment.
Damned to cry invisible tears for a hundred years;
"Save me. Save me. Save me"
Plays the broken record 'please' in my eyes.
The lightning bleeds into the back of my vision,
obscuring logic and evoking anger.
Illuminated coils tauten while reaching
to join the speaking heart and throbbing tongue,
deepest desires laid audible
for all ears to feast on.
I let my capacity to love go,
It resides somewhere among the apple remains.
Maybe i'll get a new one, extra large.
Maybe then I wont feel so empty.